The people wash their hands with they blood But they can’t wipe the disillusion off they face Brimstone and damnation you in the next stage of hell They confess their sins, it means nothing now, The sky is falling
The sky is falling O father, where are you The sky is falling O father, where are you It means nothing now
The children roam the streets looking for love Did they see the crimes in front of their eyes? The bitter taste chokes them all Gravesites littered by bodies and mounds The sky is falling now
The sky is falling O father, where are you The sky is falling O father, where are you It means nothing now
We are machines Nuts and bolts Screws and microchips Design to build golden calves Pumpin’ smoke to the sky So the rain can drown us
We are machines Programmed for self-interest Manipulated by lies Sit down feeding on false information Stand up to nothing No society, no lives
We are machines We are machines We are machines No thoughts, no feeling Isolated and lonely We are machines We are machines We are machines Cold and rational Selfish and illogical
We are machines We feed the monster ‘Til it’s took control Slaves of a system Controlled by numbers Which they choose
We are machines Bound to our thoughts We don’t play games By our own rules We conform and die We let civilisation take control
We are machines We are machines We are machines No thoughts, no feeling Isolated and lonely We are machines We are machines We are machines Cold and rational Selfish and illogical
what the fuck. Shock saturday Ireland beat Pakistan and Bangladesh destroyed India.
Ireland for the world cup. Yeah. As England sucks right now lol.
ODI no. 2539
ICC World Cup - 9th Match, Group D Ireland v Pakistan
2006/07 season
Played at Sabina Park, Kingston, Jamaica (neutral venue), on 17 March 2007 (50-over match) Result Ireland won by 3 wickets (with 32 balls remaining) (D/L method)
What a match. A tie that was heart in mouth stuff. Who said cricket is boring. Bray kicked arse with his 115 not out. Like Father Ted to Bishop Brennam
ODI no. 2535
ICC World Cup - 5th Match, Group D Ireland v Zimbabwe
Robert Newman gets to grips with the wars and politics of the last hundred years - but rather than adhering to the history we were fed at school, the places oil centre stage as the cause of all commotion. This innovative history programme is based around Robert Newman's stand-up act and supported by resourceful archive sequences and stills with satirical impersonations of historical figures from Mayan priests to Archduke Ferdinand. Quirky details such as a bicycle powered street lamp on the stage brings home the pertinent question of just how we are going to survive when the world's oil supplies are finally exhausted.
Last night had a convo with an old friend of mine who I like to remain anon. She has PTSD after she was sexually assault about a year ago. We talk about how we feel about our lives. The hopelessness the lack of self esteem, lack of drive, the feel of pointlessness. Not a happy convo. It jut left me to think how cruel this fucking world is. A girl as bright, bubbly, outgoing as she was has been ripped apart by a cunt of a man.
Hope she feel happier soon and get on with what i believe will be a successful life.
Un known (one from mint party xmas party) - The Organ
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New poem to explain my depression:
Look at my eyes see the terror It’s controlling my mind Paranoid of your lives Paranoid of my suicide Images of skyscrapers falling Interplaying in my mind Hopeless and breathless Must I keep holding on inside
Here comes the terror Here comes the terror Here comes the terror Here comes the terror
The power of nightmares Get me out of here The power of nightmares Get me out of here The power of nightmares Get me out of here The power of nightmares Get me out of here
No one can understand the strain That controls my mind The hangman put on his mask To take part in his crime Images of abuse of a child Interplaying in my mind Penniless and worthless Must I keep holding on inside
Here comes the terror Here comes the terror Here comes the terror Here comes the terror
The power of nightmares Get me out of here The power of nightmares Get me out of here The power of nightmares Get me out of here The power of nightmares Get me out of here
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