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Troublemakers - Everyday Is Just An Extension Of Yesterday
My friend is losing his mind, for fear of going insane
Because no matter how down he is, there is still room below
His is no tragedy, just a life
Characterised by gross misinterpretations, unbending images of self, and pure, uncut anger
Never allows him to hang loose, or be without pain for one second
He is so aware of himself that, the absurdity of it all is killing him
Emitted from the wrong womb, at the wrong time, under the wrong sign
Every day is just an extension of yesterday
A hassle, and getting out of bed in the morning is like slow suicide, because he knows just what's going down
Agonizingly, I watch him bleed
Fun comes hard and good times not at all
And there are so many things that I could tell him but he is my friend
And I can see no good in expanding his consciousness to one more level
Or to widen his senses by introducing him to any more thoughts that cannot be dealt with by sane persons
Sometimes, I think he will have to kill someone just to maintain his mental balance
And as repulsive as it sounds I will be able to justify his actions logically, validly, and with very little imagination
His life is beyond reason; the very nature of his being is so insane that, I almost give up, searching for ways and means to comfort him, to keep him around until tomorrow
And if I thought that there was true peace in the grave, I would kill him, because that's what friends are for
But fortunately for those who are miserable, and unfortunately for him, I do not believe that death will even things out
Unbeknownst to him, he is every friend that I have
He is the very epitome of my own people
He is the mere reflection of me, and I love myself
All of us, to such an extent that I would gladly lay myself down if only to see one me set free
From castration, from alienation, from regimentation, from dehumanisation, from Americanisation
From the need to be alive
And it's so hard to smile, and laugh, and joke with him
Without letting on that I know
He is in my blood; he is in my guts, and my soul, and in the very core of all my futile attempts to stay above love
And survive the pressure of too much truth
My friend, we are one
So please hold on
Because without you, all that I am and can ever be
Will amount to nothing
