["Deux routes s'offraient r moi, et lr j'ai suivi celle ou on n'allait pas... Et j'ai compris toue la difference."]   [Robert Frost (1874-1963)]      Obssessed by what they see on TV   Drugged up with the fucking magazines   Idealism of beauty, imposed perfection   All this shit trusted by a retarded generation   "Be like that or be nothing !"      Can you feel the fatal destiny ?   The shame of being yourself   The fright of being rejected   The dry taste of exclusion   Its cold breath in your flesh      Being different is often a hard price to pay   The despair of staying unloved forever   Chained by a thick loneliness   Unkown and nameless creatures   Lost in the dark marches of the nothingness      Despised by the fashion fanatics   You don't exist on that rotten earth   Nobody wnats to know you   Your world is too ugly   For this lobotomized herd      The stupidity is out of limit   For whom the eye is the first judge   Of what they see   For those who don't know how   To hink by themselves      Fuck you !!!