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The Man

Name: Mohamed Hafiz. A.k.a Fizzy
Age: As you get older, you realise age doesn't matter. 23 if u still want to know.




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Sunday, July 15, 2007

Take my hand
Hold it tight
Cos this might be one hell of a ride


You know those stars in the sky
They're nothing but lies
They're just the far-away truth
The moon is a scam
It's a thief of the sun
Look around you
Nothing is real


Define real
Is realism the feelings that you hold true
The touch, the smell and the sounds
Or is realism just your head telling you what it wants you too


Don't tell me that this is perfection
Everything has a loop
Nothing is perfect
The only thing that's perfect is how you want it to be.


So does perfection exist?
Reality and perfection is a powerful force
Destiny is just some bull shit that is in line with fate
Where does all this line goes to?



Nowhere





Keep believing in fate.
Keep telling yourself "it's your destiny to do this" ,"your destiny to do that"
You're barking when people lie to you but you dun see the real lie



The more you speak the more your words grow old
The more you act the more it becomes a show
Yes. A show
Of how truly a megalomaniac you are.


I can go on and on.

What a skeletal wreck of man this is

Translucent flesh and feeble bones
The kind of temple where the whores and villians
Try to tempt the holistic tomes

Running rampant with free thought to free form
In the free and clear
Where the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat
To sift and focus on the bigger, better, now

We all have a little sin than needs venting
Virtues for the rending
And laws and systems
And stems are ripped from the branches of office
Do you know what your post entails?

Do you serve a purpose?
Or purposely serve?

Lying down inside of your adavistic galore
The value of a Summer spent
And a Winter earned

For the rest of us there is always Sunday.
The day of the week that reeks of rest
But all we do is catch out breaths
So we can wade naked into the bloody pool
And place our hand on the big black book.

To watch the knives zig-zag between our aching fingers.

A vacation is a count-down
T-minus your life and counting
Time to drag your tongue across the sugar-cube
And hope you get a taste

What the FUCK is all this for?!

I could go on and on, but, lets move on shall we?

Say, you're me and I'm you
And they all watch the things we do
And like a smack of spite
They threw me down the stairs
Haven't felt like this in years
The great magnet of malicious magnanamous refuse
Let me go and
Plunge me into the dead spot again.

Thats where you go when theres' no one else around
It's just you
And there was never anyone to begin with now was there?

Sanctomonious pretentious dasterdly bastards
With their thumb on the pulse
And a finger on the trigger

CLASSIFIED MY ASS! that's a FUCKING secret and you know it!


It's like ice but no pick
A murder charge that won't stick
It's like a whole other world
Where you can smell the food
But you can't touch the silverware

Hah, what luck
Fascism you can vote for
Isn't that sweet

And we're all gonna die some day
Because thats the only way
And I've drunk too much
And said too little
When your gaffer taped in the middle
Say a prayer, save face
Get yourself together and see whats happening

I'm sorry, I could go on and on but
It's time to move on, so

Remember your a wreck, an accident
Forget the freak, your just nature

Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean
Shit, snort and blaspheme
Let the heads cool and the engine run

Because in the end,
Everything we do
Is just everything we've done.

posted at 1:41 AM by Fizzy

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