Protect Me From What I Want

When you got tired of the nodding, of the fake smiling, of being nice…

When you got to hate the mask that your environment forces you to wear…

When your friends disappear for you have got nothing else to offer them…

When you’re alone with your thoughts and realize that whatever choices you make you’re just one step closer to death…

When you’re afraid of yourself, of what you might do to yourself, of what you might do to others…

When you fancy that someone actually might care…

Heartless

When I woke up this morning I realized that we live in this place where you pay or beg people to like you, where love and marriage are businesslike relationships, where you get killed just because you blinked in the wrong direction, where everything and everyone is replaceable, where no one cares whether you live or die. If hell has a description this is it. There’s no use to struggle to change things; you’ll get nowhere. You just blend in and hope that someday someone will make the trees work again.

Nymphétamine Fix

No matter how hard you try, it’s impossible to resist the overwhelming temptation. You see it in the clouds, on your laptop screen, at the end of the aisle in the supermarket. It’s there, in your head, day and night, calling, screaming, driving you crazy. No matter how hard you try to ignore or hide it behind some stupid mask you put on day by day, it’ll keep coming back. The only thing you can do is to yield to it and pursue the object of your sexual attraction, as it won’t go away until it’s yours.

I wish you all a happy and fruitful hunting.

Join Me

An open invitation to suicide or a gloomy version of Romeo and Juliet? When you come to think about it there’s not much difference between the two. Suicide (in the name of love) is the word you think of when you say Romeo and Juliet. This song is dealing with the same old theme. What’s relatively new is the approach to it. In Vile Valo’s vision to do ‘’the stupidest’’ things for the one you love is something natural, not a goddamn tragedy. We always fall in love with the ‘’wrong’’ person. So I don’t see either what’s so tragic in that. Too bad the public opinion sees just the tragedy of suicide and not the reality behind it. The truth is that there’s some depth in these lines, but the direct meaning of the words cannot just be ignored. ‘’How far would you go for a pair of tits?” That’s something that everybody has to decide for himself. Hopefully no one is that stupid to kill him/herself because of a song. Enjoy.