Funebre People In Misery
Millions suffer to own something
And when it’s owned, suffers to keep it
Fears when owned, fears when not
The horror of transitoriness forever threatens
You are a picture gallery of everything
You’ve ever believed!
You concentrate all your energies on the prequisites of
life
More and better of everything
While life itself passes away by your side
And you finally die
You’re a picture gallery of everything
You’ve ever believed!
You’re not masters of the art of living
You’re only life corruptors
Your real life experience is
That you live alienated in a hostile world
That can only lie love
But the good sailor even in a storm knows
Solution is in his hands
And never hates the sea, because it’s his:
He couldn’t live without it, because he’s one with it
Life is not against, but for you
Only you are complicated in your own drama
Find the center of your soul then
Because only he who sees with his heart can see clearly
Don’t consider the World an enemy
Even if the World considers you
Your soul includes all the storms
Try to be the best in every situation
I see this world falling to pieces
Every trial will be failure
The money-god turns to dust
People roam without faith, and with empty souls
The change you demand from the world
Has to be done in yourself first
The time has come
When right and easy paths part ways
I see you laughing, I see you don’t understand me
I see you despise me, I see you chase me
But I see millions marching towards Hell
And I See your face among them!
