Fake Life - Byron (Forbidden Drama - 2007)

i pour all my blood on your ignorance
to awake
that you inside, outside, beside your whispers,
that quake
that you use to calm down with some artificial diversion -
you look solicitous ‘bout your social status dimension
but you know you’re faking,
you feel the hollow, you’re shaking
all the way.

from my side you’re not looking very well -
so pale,
the night seems to be your way of forgetting
the day
when you work for those rich guys who don’t know who the hell you are,
for the papers that pay for the pressure stirring your blood and scar
your foolish patience with a shooting star.


they covered your eyes with a fake life,
tv and magazines present the ideal wife,
terrorists threaten your promotion time -
give me a break, I don’t give a dime
for this cheap way of buying your breath and supply
you’re numb with illusions of comfort and try
to steer clear of the truth that it’s just about ourselves -
we have to dig deep, not someone else...


“If those who lead you say to you “see, the kingdom is in the sky”, then the birds of the sky will precede you. If they say to you “it is in the sea”, then the fish will precede you. Rather the kingdom is inside of you, and it is outside of you. When you come to know yourselves, then you will become known, and you will realize that it is you who are the sons of the living father. But if you will not know yourselves, you dwell in poverty and it is you who are that poverty.”
(The Gospel of Thomas II,2(3))