We taught ourselves how to live. We learned about regret and we don’t need it. Paradiso perduto. It doesn’t matter anymore.
What was once respect has now been laid down on the floor. Worn faces you don’t care about anymore. Running with rocks in their pockets. They quit too easily, tired of things being too hard. We will be aware of our own contradictions and we will make mistakes. Don’t need regret.
Track Name: Theoritically Driven
My hands are my hands, so my actions will always have my name. Rationalism under the drunkenness of identities and dreams. I fall from the hill of nihilism. Journeys without maps. Pretending these days are my everything. Feeding fire with no desire. We stand behind something. We stand behind everything. Holding on to secret plans. Not waiting for regret.
(words) “We are what we do, especially what we do to change what we are.” - Eduardo Galeano
The possibility of self identity is only possible through our own actions, the journey along the hill of forgettable dreams leads us to a nowhere destination... there’s no identity without action. Change is impossible without a dream. “Soyez réalistes, demandez l’impossible!”