Get Along As We Fool You

Blood builds one alliances,
We’re related through our veins;
Let’s crucify these vows:
We use our arms for nails,
For cross these tables…

We cry we have no limits,
But we put limits to ourselves,
Moral has lost its meaning:
So may we use a revolution like an ideological Hell:

Mr. Bosch,
Don’t you blush,
Are you joshing me?
What a dark picture!
Can’t you see
We submit
To accomplish that transcending spirit?
Can’t you picture it?

Said please! – I’m so stuck and so damned!
Oh, please!, what the fuck! Don’t you care?!

Painful Philosophies
N’ casual conversations
Don’t apply to my appeal
For Knowledge n’ Redemption

(Oh, I’m so tired!),

Listen to the classics
As classical guitars in divine concerts;
My Theory of Ideas, said Plato,
Will rise above those concepts,

(Oh, I’m so bored!),

Oh!, Don’t you dare to disagree!,
Shut up n’ get along!…

Mr. Hittler,
Life is bitter
Than you have configured;
Can’t you see
We exist,
Like a flee,
To suck from life our breathing?
Ain’t it clear?!

Oh, said hold! Sad cold mother-fuckers beware!
I said Hold! Sad cold mother-fuckers don’t dare!

Now, Love, see our alliance:
We’re related through our veins
And we’re stuck to circumstances
That we alone created.

The secret of our hate, Love,
Is that we never show regret:
My wishes are all upon you,
N’ God! I wish you were dead!!

Mr. Cupid,
Are you stupid?!
What is your idea?
Can’t you see
We submit
To amuse ourselves?
And what is that of Karma, dear?

Said Please!, we’re confused!, And, what’s the rush?!
So Please, please amuse me! To drink is not enough…

We gotta eat the cup!!!

But stranger feelings grow
With alcohol and Goëthe.
Let’s chill out those infuriated spirits
By diving all their senses/censures into water.

Conflicts of ideas
Are spitted out in rage.
Concepts hysterias
Are yellowed like complaints.

Mr. Kant,
It’s so grunge, now,
That kind of literature!
What a dark reading!
Can’t you see
We exist,
As the sea,
And nothing else has meaning?

Said Cheese! Give a smile! Why so bored?!
Oh Please! Keep it cool!

Get along as we fool you,
Get along as we fool you,
Get along!!!

Get along as we fool you, get along,
You’re deep down while I’m feeling so strong,

Get along as we fool you, get along,
You’re deep down,
While I’m feeling so strong…

How many more fools will sing this song?