("Deux routes s'offraient r moi, et lr j'ai suivi celle ou on n'allait pas... Et j'ai compris toue la difference.") (Robert Frost (1874-1963)) Obssessed by what they see on TV Drugged up with the f**king magazines Idealism of beauty, imposed perfection All this sh** trusted by a retarded generation "Be like that or be nothing !" Can you feel the fatal destiny ? The shame of being yourself The fright of being rejected The dry taste of exclusion Its cold breath in your flesh Being different is often a hard price to pay The despair of staying unloved forever Chained by a thick loneliness Unkown and nameless creatures Lost in the dark marches of the nothingness Despised by the fashion fanatics You don't exist on that rotten earth Nobody wnats to know you Your world is too ugly For this lobotomized herd The stupidity is out of limit For whom the eye is the first judge Of what they see For those who don't know how To hink by themselves F**k you !!!