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Monday, December 28, 2009

Anguish of the Least; You Haven't Lost the War.

Zero in on the target,
Don't you forget why the wild sent you here;
Look to life,
Conquer fear,
Because where your going,
All feelings defy cheer.

Look on up, look on down,
Show the world that you won't frown;
Win the day, hear them say,
'My God this world will pay.'

From the sea,
To the sky,
The hidden truth,
The constant lie,

The updates from the front lines of life;
Why all the goddamn constant strife?
How the world, yes it spins;
Good and bad,
No one wins.

CHORUS:
There isn't anywhere for you to hide,
Because your demons come from inside;
When you know just how you failed,
You will see that no one prevailed.

But the water,
Oh how pure,
When the brave ones,
Touch the floor;

Because for me,
And for you,
The only way to fail,
Is to do wrong to,
Any and all that are around you.

Sarcasm; oh how cynical,
Oh how crushing to the pinnacle,
Oh how denting to persona,
You can't use one Swedish krona.

Don't you send me spinning circles,
With thoughts around my head;
Because with the world in this condition,
Someone might end up dead.

CHORUS:
There isn't anywhere for you to hide,
Because your demons come from inside;
When you know just how you failed,
You will see that no one prevailed.

Dark alleyways,
And very bright streets;
Busy overworked commuters,
Working for the corporate cheats;

Futile independence,
Charging cops with a sword,
Boom boom, crack crack,
Their life is all they afford;

The drinkers and the smokers,
Losing touch with their words,
Cough cough, hack hack,
All they've got is the last two thirds;

History's mark is left on my mind,
From Alexander's triumphs,
To the vikings great find;
From the change in the glaciers,
To this moment in time;
There's been good,
There's been evil,
There's been cruel,
There's been kind;

Let me find you,
Simply set on the bench;
We can fix this together,
Just pass me the wrench.

I know sometimes life seems quite distant,
And I know sometimes friends can be resistant,
Just don't let all that take you down;
'Cause then you'll be the one wearing the frown.

CHORUS:
There isn't anywhere for you to hide,
Because your demons come from inside;
When you know just how you failed,
You will see that no one prevailed.

**Please Note: This is a work in progress**
ORIGINAL DRAFT OF CHORUS WRITTEN BY JAMES FOISY; SLIGHTLY EDITED BY ME, KYRAN PATERSON-KING. THE REST OF THE SONG WAS WRITTEN BY ME.

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The world is meaningless,

there is no God or gods, there are no morals, the universe is not moving inexorably towards any higher purpose.
All meaning is man-made, so make your own, and make it well.
Do not treat life as a way to pass the time until you die.
Do not try to "find yourself", you must make yourself.
Choose what you want to find meaningful and live, create, love, hate, cry, destroy, fight and die for it.
Do not let your life and your values and your actions slip easily into any mold, other that that which you create for yourself, and say with conviction, "This is who I make myself".
Do not give in to hope.
Remember that nothing you do has any significance beyond that with which you imbue it.
Whatever you do, do it for its own sake.
When the universe looks on with indifference, laugh, and shout back, "Fuck You!".
Rembember that to fight meaninglessness is futile, but fight anyway, in spite of and because of its futility.
The world may be empty of meaning, but it is a blank canvas on which to paint meanings of your own.
Live deliberately. You are free.