Pain and Pleasure are manipulators of our mind
To tell us what's our limit, to show us we are confined 
But the senses that you feel are not inside or outside
It just happens, without words, there is no divide
 
No ego or other to say what's real and what's fake
Because whatever you think, is really you being awake.
Sometimes you may feel that this existence is just a dream
But what's happening is that you can't believe what you're seeing 
 
Like this whole thing is a miracle, a circumstance without use
There shouldn't be a purpose though, because there are choices you choose
Everything is insane including me and you, and that's normal 
The social game convinces us that life has to be formal 
 
It's all just a game and if you don't play, everyone hates you.
Like little kids, they only make the world that they create in their own view. 
But that's not how life is, because nothing stops just for you're feelings.
Pain and Pleasure are just contasts like floors and ceilings 
 
You can work past them, go beyond what your body devours
because your wants will be achieved, if you continue with the power.
It's not an all powerful God, it's just you, the only thing that matters
Because if you truly desire something, that path won't shatter. 
 
Any pain and pleasure is just a sense, to make us think it's real.
But what about mentality, that's only what you're body feels.
Everything expands your mind in different ways when there are bounds
When you break through, everything comes right to you, like sounds. 

Poem - Real

I need to organize my music folder. Random Ass Set! haha

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practice

Edgar is the guitarist and I'm the random lyricist. Super improv song. 
"gotta eat those zombies and peaches, yeah" 
(Picture isn't mine)

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Figuring out FL studios with hitler and jim jones samples 

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