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Phil John Kneis:
DIMISSIO - INTAKE I:
HOW DO YOU LIVE
Eichwalde, December 6th, 2001 - P#176
How do you live If all's just so fake How do you live If nowhere a sign Nowhere a signal That somewhere, there's hope That somewhere, there's union And somewhere, fulfillment? And all here to see Is words all so fake And actions so empty And tedious nonsense Repeated all over - The small things, suffice they? The things you enjoy, What do they contain? Do they have dimension? Do they change the world? Yet why should I care 'Bout what's in the world - My self is at stake And losing I am That's all I can see And all that's before me: So what could you say?
So what could you do? The things all around so Don't matter at all When done they in stupidest following ways And oldest traditions The mightiest evil And constant betrayal And sinister captor: They capture the minds And empty the souls: For thinking is killed And feeling destroyed: And all that remains, A powerless nothing, A zombie-like game, Just PC and bullshit and empty conventions, And terms of engagement And thinking in boxes and concepts and forms Yet no understanding Pretension just all - Yet not thus then called: We think of us highest Yet lowest we are And dirty the game The killing game We're killing time And killing minds And spirit is lost - To hell all those sermons and lies and deceptions All empty they are The things they denote Aren't coming from god Aren't fueled by the spirit Just man-made they are And blasphemous lies: They capture the souls And capture the spirit And God thus is killed - Don't say God is dead That's vain understatement Of insight just none: For God has been killed Been killed by us Like Caesar back then The people's defender And honorous man, Was stabbed by his friends And those wanting war And cruelest revenge - Perverted this all And nobody's fault The system it is And all that's to do Is follow the rules. The glorious rules. And then, what about it? What leave we behind? What gives us fulfillment? What have we to do? Is fake, phony zombiedom All we can follow And all we can see? And all we are pawns That know not the game But still think we do And see not the answer deep down in our hearts?
December 6th, 2001
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