Soul
It's been a long road, brother. A long road full of Sinatra, amaretto, and an empty skull. There's only so much you can do when there's nothing you can do.
You'll wake up. You'll take a shower or not. Shave or not. Brush your teeth or not. But you'll wake up. And you'll hate yourself for it. You know that today will be no different because it's another day. It's the same day, and you're still sick in all those ways you've always been sick.
Yeah, brother, we've been saying a lot of goodbyes lately. Goodbye to the old man. Still alive but still so very dead to you. Goodbye to your ex-best friend, or just your ex, or just a pile of flesh and a few tissues that twitch now and then. Who could ever tell, they're all so hollow now.
Wave goodbye to your country, the one you got excited for on its birthday when any normal kid only cared because they got to shoot rockets and blow up anthills. It's come out of the toilet and been flushed all over again. Wave goodbye to the dying land and the soil tainted with blood.
Yeah, you and me bro, we've got nothing to lose. We're going to go to work, seven days a week, sometimes twice a day. People will accuse us of doing nothing, being lazy. Just tell them good day, goodbye.
Pretty soon we're gonna tell mom and sis goodbye too. I think maybe we were accidents anyway. The gracious mother never did care much for her boys. She never did care much for men at all. Are we men, then? Probably not. We're not boys though; maybe we're just more abominations. Goodbye to you, birth mother.
Sis has lied, cheated and stollen from us all our lives. Maybe you know better than I do how it is that she can say honestly that she loves us, but you were always the smarter one. Don't let her size fool you, my soul, she is innocent of nothing. Yes, she is wicked indeed. Brother, it's time to tell her goodbye.
Goodbye to your vices, your cares, your wants. Say goodbye to even your needs. There is nothing that matters for you. We have come from the first slaves, and we will stay slaves to the last. This is our choice, the only choice we have left to make. Goodbye to your freedom; goodbye to your humanity.
There is no honour where we are going. No shame, but no honour. We've long stopped living with that sort of thing. We have striven to be the pillar and not what the pillar lifts up. Unfortunately for us, my young one, we have succeeded. Goodbye to your happiness. Smile at it as you send it on its way.
You will wake up tomorrow, and despite all of our loss, it will be no different than any other day. It will be every day. And you will hate yourself again and again for having woken up to it.
You'll wake up. You'll take a shower or not. Shave or not. Brush your teeth or not. But you'll wake up. And you'll hate yourself for it. You know that today will be no different because it's another day. It's the same day, and you're still sick in all those ways you've always been sick.
Yeah, brother, we've been saying a lot of goodbyes lately. Goodbye to the old man. Still alive but still so very dead to you. Goodbye to your ex-best friend, or just your ex, or just a pile of flesh and a few tissues that twitch now and then. Who could ever tell, they're all so hollow now.
Wave goodbye to your country, the one you got excited for on its birthday when any normal kid only cared because they got to shoot rockets and blow up anthills. It's come out of the toilet and been flushed all over again. Wave goodbye to the dying land and the soil tainted with blood.
Yeah, you and me bro, we've got nothing to lose. We're going to go to work, seven days a week, sometimes twice a day. People will accuse us of doing nothing, being lazy. Just tell them good day, goodbye.
Pretty soon we're gonna tell mom and sis goodbye too. I think maybe we were accidents anyway. The gracious mother never did care much for her boys. She never did care much for men at all. Are we men, then? Probably not. We're not boys though; maybe we're just more abominations. Goodbye to you, birth mother.
Sis has lied, cheated and stollen from us all our lives. Maybe you know better than I do how it is that she can say honestly that she loves us, but you were always the smarter one. Don't let her size fool you, my soul, she is innocent of nothing. Yes, she is wicked indeed. Brother, it's time to tell her goodbye.
Goodbye to your vices, your cares, your wants. Say goodbye to even your needs. There is nothing that matters for you. We have come from the first slaves, and we will stay slaves to the last. This is our choice, the only choice we have left to make. Goodbye to your freedom; goodbye to your humanity.
There is no honour where we are going. No shame, but no honour. We've long stopped living with that sort of thing. We have striven to be the pillar and not what the pillar lifts up. Unfortunately for us, my young one, we have succeeded. Goodbye to your happiness. Smile at it as you send it on its way.
You will wake up tomorrow, and despite all of our loss, it will be no different than any other day. It will be every day. And you will hate yourself again and again for having woken up to it.
posted by red at 03:01
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