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Amor Fati

God doesn't love me. 나 털어놓을 게 많아고해성사는 없지. 재떨이나 줘봐Inhale, exhale. 연기보다 욕이 먼저 나와내 몸과 입을 더럽히면 Hell, 잠시 네 생각이 날까?넌 내 수면제, 내 카페인, 내 바이러스, 내 백신내 bible, 내 침대 밑에 dirty magazineI'm in trouble우린 완벽히 맞는 조각 둘, 다른 퍼즐Fuck, 신성하지 않은 세상이신성시하는 것들They cannot change meNothing can save me

You try to run awayRun away from the worldBut then you run awayRun away from yourselfAnd you don’t know the way home

난 나를 믿어눈에 보이는 이 순간을 믿어이 술잔을 믿어But they call me a non-believer

You try to run awayRun away from the worldBut then you run awayRun away from yourselfAnd you don’t know the way home

난 나를 믿어손에 고이는 내 땀을 믿어내 심장을 믿어. 사랑을 믿어But they call me a non-believer

내게 약을 파는 것보다큰 악은 없는 답을 파는 것그 답은 나의 겁, 무지와 불만을 낚아회 떠 내게 몇 배로 되파는 남는 장사날로 먹지. 숙명, 사명 띤 운명명을 다한 이념들로 양념친 구원알 수 없는 미래 한 점 위해 허기진현재의 상을 걷어 차는 만병의 근원It's Hell's kitchen. 각자의 단골집의새빨간 간판 아래 모이네여기가 원조라며 지 입맛만 고집해파는 건 같은 독인데제일 무서운 게 과식한 아이디어답 한 끼만 지어 주면 상 다리가 휘어숟가락이 안 쥐어질 때까지 군침 뱉지맹신, 피를 봐야 풀릴 체기

There's no way home

멀쩡한 다리 꺾고 목발을 짚게 하는가?허기지면 독사과 씹게 하는가?손에 손 대신 총, 칼을 쥐게 하는가?당신들은 깨끗한가?멀쩡한 날개 꺾고 왜 땅을 기게 하는가?혀를 차고 손가락 질을 하는가?죄 없는 자는 돌 던져도 된다는 말인가?돌 던지는 건 죄가 아닌가?

Oh God, he doesn’t love meI know he doesn’t love meWell, neither do INeither do I

We are othersWe are the others

Amor Fati

God doesn’t love me.I’ve got some anger to burn.Forget a confession.Just pass me the ashtray.Inhale, exhale.Curses precede the smoke.If I dirty my body and my mouth,hell maybe I’ll think of you.You’re my sleeping pills, my caffeine.My virus, my vaccine.My bible, my dirty magazine under the bed.I’m in trouble.We’re two perfectly matching pieces, just different puzzles.The things that an unholy world considers holy.No, they cannot change me.Nothing can save me.

You try to run away,run away from the world.But then you run away,run away from yourselfand you don’t know the way home.

I believe in myself.I believe in this moment before my eyes.I believe in this shot glass.But they call me a non-believer.

You try to run away,run away from the world.But then you run away,run away from yourselfand you don’t know the way home.

I believe in myself.I believe in this sweat on my hands.I believe my heart.I believe in love.But they call me a non-believer.

Selling me drugs?Selling me answers is the greater evil.Answers that fish out my fear,my ignorance and discontent.A lucrative business that slices them upand sells them back to me.A raw deal.Fate, a calling, destiny.Salvation seasoned with dead ideas,making you kick over the starving present’s tablein favor of a piece of the unknowable future.The root of all diseases.It’s hell’s kitchen.People gather at each’s favorite spot,under each’s blood red store sign.Claiming ‘flagship’, asserting superiority of taste.When they’re all selling the same poison.The most dangerous thing is a gluttonous idea.One serving of an answer can make table legs give out.They drool until they can no longer hold a spoon.Blind faith, indigestion that vomits hate.

You try to run away,run away from the world.But then you run away,run away from yourselfand you don’t know the way home.

I believe in myself.I believe in this moment before my eyes.I believe in this shot glass.But they call me a non-believer.You try to run away,run away from the world.But then you run away,run away from yourselfand you don’t know the way home.I believe in myself.I believe in this sweat on my hands.I believe my heart.I believe in love.But they call me a non-believer.There’s no way home.

Do you break my legs only to give me crutches?Do you feed me a poisoned apple when I’m starving?Do you make me hold gunsand knives instead of another’s hand?Are you truly pure?Why do you break my wings and make me crawl?Why do you belittle and shun me?Is it okay to throw stones if you’re without sin?Isn’t stoning a sin?

Oh God.He doesn’t love me.I know He doesn’t love me.Well, neither do I.Neither do I.

We are others.We are the others.