lundi 5 octobre 2009

Cigarette smoke.


Get out me way, mister
With your short sharp tips
No, I won't read your lips right now
And baby, hey
You send a shiver down my spine
But do you read my mind
Do you...
He's prob'ly got stopped by a panda
For speeding on his way there a formal flashing of digital cameras
tourists in trafalgar square

What are we becoming?

There is so much things to change in the world and stop doing...
We have all we need, the inspirations, the people, the facts, the places, the words, the story...
Why don't we do nothing?
It's a shame.
We're destroying ourselves, can we figure it out?
We're consuming, destroying, making pain around us without valable goal.
Why don't we do nothing?
Fear?
Money?
Power?
Capitalism.
It's a big story of being selfish and inconscious.
But I don't believe that we are inconscious, we have to much informations from all over the world for this excuse.
I would like to scream ''WAKE UP!'' to everyone.
What are we waiting for?