Are you alive?: mayo 2011

martes, 3 de mayo de 2011

Las cadenas de la esclavitud solamente atan las manos: es la mente lo que hace al hombre libre o esclavo.

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Buddha For Mary: This is the life on mars Mary was a different girl Had a thing for astronauts Mary was the type of girl She always liked to play a lot Mary was a holy girl Father whet her appetite Mary was the type of girl She always liked to fall apart Tell me did you see her face Tell me did you smell her taste Tell me what’s the difference Don’t they all just look the same inside? Buddha for Mary, Here it comes Mary was an acrobat But still she couldn’t seem to breathe Mary was becoming everything she didn’t want to be Mary would hallucinate And see the sky upon the wall Mary was the type of girl She always liked to fly He said, "Can you hear me, are you sleeping?" She said, "Will you rape me now?" He said, "Leave the politics to mad men" She said, "I believe your lies" He said, "There’s a paradise beneath me" She said, "Am I supposed to bleed?" He said, "You better pray to Jesus" She said, "I don’t believe in god" Buddha for Mary, here it comes

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