Melancholy Pessimism

Perpetual Disablement

Melancholy Pessimism


Bullshit, bullshit, stupid bullshit 
sounds every day. 
A fucking, fucking stink smells 
everywhere. 
Wake up, oh wake up! It isn't too late now. 
For your disablement will soon be 
your death. 

Spit tablesin a dirty pub 
full ash-trays and your stench. 
On the same chair every day. 
A lot of plans and ideas 
only among the words. 

...And days, weeks like years 
are running away. 
A tergiversations are your acts 
it's the acme of your existence. 

Move you lazy bum from the pub. 
Change your empty life. 
You are a hero only in the dive. 
You are a big-mouth corpse. 
Big-mouth corpses. They are for shit 
the losers from a pubs are dying alive.