When teens rebel, there is nothing one can do but to pray to the known institutional gods,
those gods among us,
and the ruler of all gods,
a human creation...
...that creative mass we all come from;
evolution and our use of that infinite source of pain and depression, just when things are all right. ah, madness...
so they pray for you, yes you, dependable kid, crying alone in the darkness time of your life, when bullies aren't hitting anyone anymore but everyone is, with their mean tweets and mean comments, you seem to think, 'is there anyone out there?' 'is there anyone out there?'
is it?
Cause to be touched by the night, that cold and seductive cover some feel, around our naked body, illuminated by the melancholic drunkenness of that oval reflection of your desires, that blue moon every selected time, specially around your saddest moment, transforms you, pushes you towards the unknown, to rebel against institutions, to search your truth, and to spark that engine, that phoenix of dust, into the flames of your ire, the flames of your youth, coming together, having that moment of peace, while listening, feeling, something you can control, controlling you, in those naive senses we all forget...and we come into being.
Autrax, with the most lively drum bass, its jumping bass-lane, to the pointing rifts and the melodramatic synth, all balanced by a very deep personal and majestic voice of sadness and rebellion, are calling you to raise your hand and dance around them, everywhere they are...
source: http://autarx.bandcamp.com
...and yes, there is no difference between teens and adults, cause we all are one, and we all decide, whether or not you are evil to our life or not...but then, what is is evil?
a person who is bothering you?
or a person who is besides you in the darkness of times?
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