Writings: Vietnow

With the sounds of rage through the speakers I exhale the smoke,
and watch as it forms a vision of the world we live in.

It's a Vietnow kind of mind-state. What real here?
Terror and fear is the code that we live by
The God that we pray to.

A shadow covers the world like an eclipse.
I take my medication like the rest,
stuck in something we don't understand.
Knowing that there are men who hold absolute power,
and that the Earth itself is changing before our eyes,
and it's beyond scary so we drown ourselves in TV
and every other form of escapism.

But here, in the smoke,
to the sound of the drums and the bass is where I'll always see it.
And no amount of medication, of Ritalin and anti-depressant,
can distract me from I feel in my heart.

I don't want to be afraid anymore. Afraid of terrorists,
afraid of hell, afraid of judgment,
Afraid of each other...

Afraid of live for myself instead of living the "right" way.
And I know that if I keep walking down this road
I will die empty and unfulfilled.

This is the promise of the system.

But I refust all that now, and I will rage against this machine.

I will make this legend.

-Rage, February 6 2009 CE