The deepest denial of all is
                          religion,
 And faith is a straw for the ones who
                                        can't swim,
 The white dove of piece is
                             a miserable pegion...
 "Gentle silence" is good for the ones who
                                             can't scream.
 Love - used as an excuse for
                            physical pleasure,
 Good intentions exist when there's
                                    something to gain.
 Silent conscience is nothing but a
                                   false, raire leisure,
 And good deeds are a mean to
                               escape our own pain.
 Hopes are meant to be
crushed,
 Rules are maid to be
broken,
 You're afraid of the
dark,
but the light stings your
eyes,
 On the very first apple generations are
choking,
 And in search of the truth we sink deeper in
lies.
 You get endless
teaching
  Where you need
understanding,
 You are lost on your own, but you can't
'come back home'.
 There is no solid ground, but somehow we're still
standing...
 And the one thing I know is:
I know nothing at all!



9/10/02