Fractured - Transcendental Rage For The Fundamentals (Featuring It-Clings) | Текст песни

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• Transcendental Rage For The Fundamentals (Featuring It-Clings)

I’ve been trying to think about life, trying to come up with some sort of flawless system that explains it all, you know, just something that makes it all make sense, preferably one that comes in a nice easily digestible sound bite, quick and easy and without too much effort, because life can be quick and easy and without effort, and I realize the only one thing that brings me any sort of joy is anger and hate. Rage is the only thing that brings me what one might call contentment, rage is the only thing that even begins to satisfy my need for fulfillment and then I realize that I have been wasting my rage on bullshit, on things that didn’t deserve it. This one gift of mine was being squandered on things that weren’t worthy of it, and this angered me, I’m not going to slut off my rage to everything and anything any longer, but rather now wish to save it for something really special, save it for something noble that really deserves it. I wanted to hate what I respected and I don’t respect anything. I long to hate something worthy of the emotion. I can’t hate incompetence, I can’t hate the pathetic. The pathetic demeans my hate. I want my hate to represent my purpose, to become my purpose. I want it to be worthwhile and looking at you, thinking about you, knowing what you are I realized that to hate you would be a crime, it would be like hating a stain, like hating a pimple, a zit. I can dislike things all I want, they are a nuisance, a bother, but hating them would drag me down, drag me down. How could I build up energy for this? How could I really care? I’m tired of having my hate watered down by irrelevant bullshit. There is nothing worse than wasting the beautiful energy of unrestrained anger, of uninhibited fury, on something like this, some impotent meaningless blur. And then a calm overcomes me. Nothing can bother me now because nothing is worth the trouble. Underneath this emotionless surface boils the true essence of unrestrained anger, I now walk through life like a ghost, like a zombie, for I have reached a transcendental state of bliss, and by bliss I mean rage, because I know that what I now hate is the core of everything, I don’t hate your trivialities, you bullshit, your irritants, I hate the essence, I hate truth, I hate the very fundamentals of it all.