I'm Pandimensional and I still don't know it!...

"What the hell is this shit???
Do you want a revolution son???
Cut that Fuckin' hair and get a job!!!"

This is the thing we all 've been waiting for!... Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, sluts and lowlifes, dreamers and shiters, we are proud to present the life we chose, the choices we make and the things we fake. The book won´t ever be finished for you to feel the real deal, and you'll still be writing it after your death, the great feast for the beast... Enjoy what you can and keep reaping the womb of countless crying mothers that suffered just enough for being born already dead. They're sacrifice was made for you, for you to waste your life and your death, just like ever before...

Will there ever be an after?

Is it a waste? I can't feel the taste... I'm just a drifter, and a tired one. I've seen it all, and it lost it's fun... To old to be, to young not to be, so what the fuck anyway?... Where are my answers, the ones I wished for so hard, enough not to pursue them the hardest I could? I'm free: I just don't do everything I can 'cause I just don't want to! Why should I? Why should you? Don't we enjoy so much to contemplate our faults? Aren´t we Human any more? After all, don't we all feel passionate for our own sadness? Live and let die, because we live among beasts. Bury your oun dead and leave mine up to me. I assure you nothing is assured... Nothing is what it seems...

A taste to that!

Mad men running trough the street with their briefcases and their ties. They forgot imagination a long time ago. I've been talking to my dog, and he understood me. He says we get too tired over nothing, and we should rethink our miserable lives. Wise dog must I say... I just want the fire back, to feel the thrill to play my game. And I'm tired of winning, even when I loose.
Am I on drugs?

What's the difference, anyway?

Like a rolling stone, for all the rolling stones out there and for the ones to come. For our cause, even if we don't have one, and to support the struggle of the individual that wants to grow out of himself. For God sake: I'm pandimensional and I still don't know it!... Is anybody going to do something about it? They won't do shit about anything...


Let us be the step to go further, and so let us be the further. I've got my enlightenment at 21:15 pm. When is yours going to happen? Why do you wait? Are you afraid? Take my hand and come along. We'll do what you decide. You'll just have to make up your mind...

MAKE UP YOUR MIND!!!

But not now...

Like a Rolling Stone

Like a Rolling Stone

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?