Intro
Heart-Shaped Box
She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your Heart-Shaped box for a week
I was drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn back
Hey
Wait
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hate
Haight
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your prieless advice
Hey
Wait
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet
Cut myself angel's hair and baby's breath
Broken hymen of your highness I'm left black
Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back
Act I
viva la revolution!
viva la revolution! -screaming feral rebels, you're there, there!
when they were just babies, little feral beings, born on the endless path we all try to avoid, from the heaviest of weight, that back had to be strong to endure all it's content, so we can have it.
the story of a monster that hides inside us. as a caution tale, were the Coco is us, beyond our limits. freedom.
when they were just babies, little feral beings, born on the endless path we all try to avoid, from the heaviest of weight, that back had to be strong to endure all it's content, so we can have it.
the story of a monster that hides inside us. as a caution tale, were the Coco is us, beyond our limits. freedom.
Act II
and in all that madness,
bursted violence, broken bottles,
a singularity,
no heroes, nor peaceful endings,
no heroes, nor peaceful endings,
but heroine, were she is dress in nothing,
to rescue me.
to rescue me.
Act III
and hacking, hacking the universe around
when Weev has a personal vendetta,
were Aaron died for our sins, he felt them as his,
and the Hammonds are in jail,
the anarchist!
the anarchist!
because as freedom fighters, they fought and won,
as any government will make sure rebels learn,
they are now under their supervision,
static,
dry,
forgotten,
in a rotten cell,
being hurt by the lack of freedom
while their enemies,
those companies,
those racist haters,
that military complex,
is happily getting everything they want,
as they control the law, and order around them,
no wonder why we die young
cause there is really no future for the wild,
but the conformed, molded good boys.
Act IV
becareful,
beware!
they are watching you,
the crackers of the world,
the rapist of your daughters
the murderers that never were, gonna become for you,
your overcharged temporary weakness,
and the end.
Act V
If you heart is small,
if your spirit is lost,
if your mind is docile,
then, yes!
there is no escape...
Act VI
but no!
hell NO!
we wont die without a fight!
as long as there is fire to burn our bodies
we will spark it and call the rebels back to our fight,
the fight for our rights to die young,
forever young...
Intermission
Do you remember anyone who was able to sacrifice his/her freedom for you, for us, for a cause, for something?
Do you remember the last person who died for us?
anyone who saved you from suicide?
from the pains that drown you?
well, you are lost my child, cause there is no one but yourself to fight for, and you are strong, yet if someone has to tell you that, you are probably in pain, and pain is a friend that can teach you 1 or 2 things about life, and how to get back and fight back,
to fight back that oppressor, that mother fucker, that selfish instinct. as Lisbeth did, in a movie, as to remember us that we are our dreams and ideals, represented in images, transformed into memories, made blood and bones as one becomes them, for everyone else, with no more than a body, broken and vital, standing, vibrant, on fire, as a statue, as freedom, as equality as justice, because, well, you are fighting the moment for that, and that sacrifice is love. the engine of change.
to fight back that oppressor, that mother fucker, that selfish instinct. as Lisbeth did, in a movie, as to remember us that we are our dreams and ideals, represented in images, transformed into memories, made blood and bones as one becomes them, for everyone else, with no more than a body, broken and vital, standing, vibrant, on fire, as a statue, as freedom, as equality as justice, because, well, you are fighting the moment for that, and that sacrifice is love. the engine of change.
Final Act
as we all know, we had to wake up and get our shit together and find the bread we all need, and maybe in the process kill the Lords of our oppression, and liberate our fellow bodies into a realm of peace and solidarity. nothing more than a heaven, a paradise, a sanctuary, in your twisted and fascinating endless movement of numbers, in a relative space with a changing time.
Nutcheck
A grinding, pushing, liberating group that can punch you in the face if you are not paying attention to the mosh pit, serious, if you are naive and can't handle the heat, a random punch will land in your face, and while those lights go out, Natalie's screams and attitue is gonna guide you, somewhere, to rise up from that fall, and become the energy they express. freedom, rage, mortality(yes, you bleed), existence...
you are one of them.
and they wont stop until you become them.
a revolution,
a seed,
a burst of life.
growing back into that alienated heart.
Nutcheck.
with their movement, as their shield, those kids, those passionate kids are braking Miami's mundane bottle and within each shattered piece, a weapon, you, to cut those who mess around the vulnerable, for money, for greed or stupidity. they gonna kick your ass if you are just there to mock their territory, as any tribe would do.
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