“what the fresh hell is this?” and “i’m being perfectly fucking civil” are two sides of the same coin
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i see the vision‼️
lestappen is so reckless driving coded by lizzy mcalpine
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Dark Side of the Moon and Their Fear Entities
Speak to Me - Stranger
It's the pounding heartbeat, the ticking clock and the man that sounds just a bit too distant to make out, the strange laugh that sounds inhuman, the rotors of plane as they grow closer. Something is deeply wrong but it's too early to tell what.
Breathe (In The Air) - Vast
The scream that starts it out, like the first jump off a skyscraper. The gentle melody, like flying above the clouds. For long you live, and high you fly. And when at last the work is done, don't sit down it's time to dig another one. The futility of existence, the inconsequentiality of life. But only if you ride the tide, and balanced on the biggest wave, you race towards an early grave. Even success in life leads only to one end.
On the Run - Hunt
The adrenaline inducing droning. The pounding footsteps and heavy pantings. The woman over the intercom. The sound of a plane flying overhead. Something is coming, and you have been running for a long time. It ends with a plane crash, and with someone still running. Will they ever gain enough ground to stop?
Time - End
You are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today. And then one day you'll find ten years have got behind you. The sun is the same in a relative way. But you're older, shorter of breath, and one day closer to death. Warm your bones beside the fire. The tolling of the iron bell brings faithful to their knees. It all ends the same way.
The Great Gig in the Sky - Desolation
The woman who screams is reminiscent of a messiah, a woman who is larger than life and designed for greatness. She screams and mourns for the simple life she could have led, if she was just a girl. Life is beautiful and painful and too short for her. And ultimately she failed. I was never frightened of dying, she says as she strings the rope around her neck, unable to be who her people needed her to be.
Money - Corruption
What is money if not Corruption incarnate? Take it and run. It's yours. It sings a sweet song to you. New day, caviar, four star, daydream, think I'll buy me a football team. Don't give me that do goody good bullshit. The promise of it digs into your brain like worms and more, more, more.
Us and Them - Slaughter
The story of war, and of senseless violence. A state that promises its people it does this for the good of all of them. Innocent men who are only doing what they're told watching as their fellow man bleeds out and dies or burns alive. War is constant and merciless.
Any Colour You Like - Web
I have no explanation for this. It came to me in a vision from God. Picture Annabelle Cane as she weaves her tapestry of silk and lies and pawns.
Brain Damage - Spiral
The lunatic is on the grass. The lunatic is in my head. There's someone in my head but it's not me. Rearrange me til I'm sane. You shout but no one seems to hear. The oddly distorted laugh.
Eclipse - Eye/Dark
The sun sees it all. All that you touch and all that you see and all that you taste. It watches over all, leering over your shoulder and leaving no room to escape. Except that the moon can block the sun, just for a little bit. And everything is in darkness. Is that any better?
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