Existencialist!

The music is telling me.
Is telling me to kill you.
Blood thirst...
God is watching, what other series of non related sentences will the music whisper?
Nothing is isolated, therefore there are no such things as non related sentences.

Reverse your psychic structure,
throw your unconscious to the reality,
throw your Persona.
Be your true mind.
Be your shadow.
Be or not to be.
It's your choice.
Grab the cord and strangle me if you want to.
But remember that we are one.
She never liked any of us,
we both losed that day.
And the days following.
And that day.

Split is it.
Let me be me.
Me, me, me.
There's probably no room for anybody else.
That's why I can't get to her.
Like a moebiüs strip, my unconscious and conscious mind exist in the same side.
No clear boundaries.

If only words could mean something.
Sometimes I don't understand anything.
The truth is that when you get to know things very well, you realise... nothing makes sense.
All things are dual, white and black, simultaneously.
And there lies a contradictions.
Though I think it has to do with language, which is not perfect and will never be.
Language just makes us "understand" things the way wrong way.

What do I mean by this?
What do I mean by this?
Language always produces false results...
Isn't this a contradiction?

Trying to Grasp meaning is futile, yet not। ugh?