Monday 23 April 2012

Take The Pill

Take the pill that makes you weaker,
Take the pill that makes you sick,
Take the pill or you’ll be sorry,
Take this bloody pill and make it quick.

Take the pill that kills your sex drive,
Take the pill that makes you cry,
Take the pill that burns your insides,
Take the pill that makes you want to die.

Be careful what you say,
Today could be your day.

You no longer rule your body,
You no longer own those rights,
You will wake up when we say so,
You will sleep when we shut out the lights.

Enjoy your stay,
‘Cause you can’t run away.

Get back in line, get back in line, get back in line.
Get back in line, get back in line, get back in line.
You’ll be just fine.

Take the pill that keeps you quiet,
Take the pill that keeps you blind,
Take the pill that wipes your memory,
Take the pill that’s fucking with your mind.

That’s all you have to lose,
That’s funny.

Best that you’re not procreating,
Best that you don’t multiply,
Better still, let’s sterilize you,
Take this pill, the Doctor’s standing by.

Pull up your skirt,
And yes, it’s going to hurt…

Don’t you wanna be sedated?
Don’t you want to ease this pain?
If the pills are not effective,
Then we will electroshock your brain.

We are not happy with your progress,
You’re not yet considered “sane”,
If these pills are not effective,
We’ll electroshock your brain.

Don’t even think of spitting out,
We know your tricks, we’re on to you;
We will check underneath your tongue,
We know exactly what you’ll do.

Your accusations are a joke,
Your credibility is shot,
Just keep your eyes down and your mouth shut,
That’s the only choice you’ve got.

So you’re a Doctor and I am just a crazy little girl…
Who would you believe?
Well he’s a Doctor and you are just a crazy fucking bitch…
Who would you believe?

We’ve filled your prescription, you’ll never run out again.
We’ve filled your prescription, the drugs are your only friend.
We’ve filled your prescription, you’ll never run out again.
We’ve filled your prescription, the drugs are your only friend.

Now, take the pill, take the pill, take the pill, take the pill,
Take the pill, take the pill, take the pill, take the pill,
Take the pill, take the pill, take the pill, take the pill,
Take the pill, take the pill, take the pill, take the pill,
Take it, take it, take it, take it,
Take it, take it, take it, take it,
Swallow, swallow, swallow, swallow,
Swallow, swallow, swallow, swallow.


Emilie Autumn

Sunday 22 April 2012

Mi dinámica del caos

Me rectifico: ya veo como es. La repetición es un recurso artístico que adoro, pero aplicarlo a la cotidianidad, en esta circunstancia y a esta altura aburre, cansa, agota, pudre. Mi paciencia es cada vez más corta, empecé a darme cuenta que hay ciertas cosas que no tengo por qué aguantar o que no deberían importarme. A veces no sé cuantas demostraciones de egoísmo o cuanta desconsideración más voy a poder soportar.
Siempre lo digo y vuelvo a caer en lo mismo, nunca alcanza un desenlace, es bastante desesperante si uno lo piensa, es una constante y si termina es porque me gana por cansancio.
Con el tiempo empecé a tratar de reprimir mis sentimientos simplemente porque en la mayoría de los casos doy por obvia la falta de reciprocidad y la enorme posibilidad de salir lastimada, pero en vez de endurecerme no hice más que amargarme y amedrentarme más que nunca. Esa es la cruda realidad, estoy muy asustada y sola; medicada y todo me siento oscilante e hipersensible, sumado a que la situación no ayuda para nada: el panorama general es incierto, post-caótico... Hay algo que no funciona en absoluto y en cualquier momento va a colapsar.
Nada de esto ayuda, todo suma, pero incluso en su ausencia mis colapsos son inminentes; siempre va a haber algo sobre qué escribir en la vida de Mercedes, la estática enferma es lo que antecede al caos.