You know what?
I have the impression
that you're putting labels on me
that you're pushing me a little too hard
like forcing me into extinction, sort of speak.
Like using me as a tool, to profit from my pain.
Like seeing me as an opportunity to prove your strength on me.
Isn't this what you've always wanted? Like a parasite.
Slaughtering my fathers, who knew not how to use a sword.
Yet there is Ismene, but there is also Antigone.
Oh, there are many Antigones in this world.
Blue eyed, dark haired, with fair, or red, or dark complexion.
It's gonna be a war, for sure. Not on the same boat, you and me.
But we'll do it ourselves, the Antigones of this world. You go away.
You and your hidden agendas.
Our dreams have no price. They are priceless.
Smoke and fire and disobedience, and new ways
of Interacting
of Being.
When old things die,
new ones must be born.
I have the impression
that you're putting labels on me
that you're pushing me a little too hard
like forcing me into extinction, sort of speak.
Like using me as a tool, to profit from my pain.
Like seeing me as an opportunity to prove your strength on me.
Isn't this what you've always wanted? Like a parasite.
Slaughtering my fathers, who knew not how to use a sword.
Yet there is Ismene, but there is also Antigone.
Oh, there are many Antigones in this world.
Blue eyed, dark haired, with fair, or red, or dark complexion.
It's gonna be a war, for sure. Not on the same boat, you and me.
But we'll do it ourselves, the Antigones of this world. You go away.
You and your hidden agendas.
Our dreams have no price. They are priceless.
Smoke and fire and disobedience, and new ways
of Interacting
of Being.
When old things die,
new ones must be born.