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• Artiste: Wuthering Heights
• Titre: Envy
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To overthrow his masters Always the slave by healthy envy was driven But is my envy still healthy When I wish not to inherit the castles they live in I covet not my neighbour's house Nor his thralls or his cattle Only the shield that they are to him In this battle - of life The poet looks into the mirror Sees the signs of human action You may look in there as well But only see your own reflection I envy you each day of bliss Each lucky spell and divine kiss That the gods bestowed upon you not me The pictures they paint; are so utterly faint But clear enough to stir the envy in all Self-training classes for the consuming masses To make us feel ugly and small But that envy is a safe ally Is a lie I live with ghosts from the past I live in fear that the next day's the last I can't keep smiling at your games While the world is falling down in flames But make no mistake I wish I could I cannot assume ignorance Of the suffering of man I cannot pretend pleasure In walking this scorched land But make no mistake I wish that I could Stormtroopers of stupidity Manipulating magic Amazing disgrace of the human race Sells a paradox fantastic: That opposed to the so called blessed You find though you do not seek Happiness Sometimes I even envy your conformity It's not all happy days in the freakshow - you know Everything bestowed upon you not me The pictures they paint; are so utterly faint But clear enough to stir the envy in all Self-training classes for the consuming masses To make us feel ugly and small But that envy is a safe ally Is a lie Still - one can dream of a time When all the lies have been revealed And then... The pictures they paint; With blood shall be stained The nightmare of dream factories Brought down at last The outcasts shall be the new in crowd, you see And their mantras a thing of the past 'Cause that envy is a safe ally Is a lie