Creativity or Fear? - Okular

«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