California Biennale, We are artists, living in our cool world Conceptions from above Artists jargon, first time heard words Acting nonsense, just to create new formats Whoever understands? Do you want to, You want to cover up your shame? More than ever It΄s going to brighten up your fame.. How many times to go? The more the treasures More you uncover your sick greed (Tell me if I΄m the stupid one - Tell me why I don΄t understand..) Of your art palaces Inside your undermined security (Tell me why I don΄t understand - Tell me if I΄m the stupid one..) It΄s just a matter of time Your modern art stinks of crime From all the pleasures and Inside your overestimated luxury (Creation goes the lifestyle comes - Creation goes the lifestyle comes..) You live your myth of guilt Inside your moderated modesty (Creation goes the lifestyle comes - Creation goes the lifestyle comes..) Independence, free expression Are there sponsors? Million bucks come and go Where does it all come from? California Biennale, We΄re all artists, puppets in this fake world Can we fight at all? Do you want to Remain entrapped into your cage (can we fight at all?) We are your treasures This world will really have to change How many times to go? of all the the treasures and inside your overerstimated luxury (Tell me if I΄m the stupid one - Tell me why I don΄t understand..) Of your art palaces Inside your undermined security (Tell me if I΄m the stupid one- Tell me why I don΄t understand..) You live your myth of guilt Inside your moderated modesty (Creation goes the lifestyle comes - Creation goes the lifestyle comes..) With your artistic shameful pride, You΄re just your culture΄s suicide.

Distorted sound, blurred images Life in a cage, a self imprisonment Obscure thoughts, you have no signal You stand alone, in a lifeless desert You raised walls, you fortified your weakness You bowed to devices, but your signal is lost You spread wires to amplify your senses Fixed lives, a sweeping misery Tear down your walls End your incarceration Control and deception Life is where there’s no darkness

Everyday that we wake up we're dog-tired more than before counting down the days erasing emotions Generation of fools showing off our miseries pain became a cult We've got the means to make a difference but we just choose to advertise the problem There must be someone anyone but me to carry this out we think But not me Feeling so big in such a small bag of mostly water.

Preying people that fell off their ways fallen/ sullen Brightened reflection that paved man made enclave Spaying back to their comfortable ways gastric/ syphil/ swollen A cancerous cell corpse it away/ cap it/ floor it Blake black pollen The contracting logs and blistered sore heads Soaring abhorrent Past the neck-wide mouth and kiss the fruit snake sky Κάτω από έναν χημικό ουρανό
 Ανθρώπινα κούτσουρα θερίζονται Για να ριχτούν στην τοξικη πυρά Γυμνά κορμιά στιβαγμένα χυδαία Για τα πλέον φρικτά πειράματα Πλήρης απαξίωση της ανθρώπινης υπόστασης
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