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Creativity Or Fear

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"Preparing yourself to be honest
Will it happen in your grave?”.

Laugh at your cancerous ways
With no means of repression, what the fuck can you do but live?

Discover that life has meaning when you let that meaning go
Put a mic to those idiots in your head
Let the posers around you laugh as they listen to themselves

Fuck the disabled body of your fears, see it is not yours
Give it back to whom it belongs, to no one
Give it back to whom it belongs, to no one

Creativity or fear
The choice is yours
The dangerous dignity of man

Embrace it or be consumed
By imported dreams

Investing your life in distraction
It creates fear being away from home
Around that fear you built your life

Feeling alive can happen this moment, needs no preparation
Preparing yourself to be honest, will it happen in your grave?

Fuck the disabled body of your fears, see it is not yours
Give it back to whom it belongs, to no one
Give it back to whom it belongs, to no one

Put a mic to those idiots in your head
Let the posers around you laugh as they listen to themselves

Preparing yourself to live tomorrow, you might not get another chance
Urgency enables
The possible dignity of man

The threatening dignity of man
It shall threaten you until you love yourself

Creativity or fear, the choice is yours,
The dangerous dignity of man
Embrace it or be consumed
By imported dreams

Rip through the falsehood inhabiting the body you call yourself
Fuck those intruders so deeply they will never return to your home

Then fuck yourself so deeply you will never return
Then let life inhabit your body

You believe something new will emerge
Reverence for the remote controlled life
Preprogrammed options, a timeframe so limited,
Nothing substantial

Fuck your drama, seeking acceptance and a fair judgment
You cannot accept yourself!
Forget all judgments and embrace what is in your control; your choice
Fear or creativity

Fuck the disabled body of your fears, see it is not yours
Give it back to whom it belongs, to no one
Give it back to whom it belongs, to no one

You believe something new will emerge
Reverence for the remote controlled life
Preprogrammed options, a timeframe so limited
Nothing substantial