I don't own the Characters from Final Fantasy. Squaresoft does. I'm not making
money from this.
Damage
You know...down the sights...nothing looks the same.
The world is flat. Lifeless. No emotion. You stop think in terms of 'real' before you
can pull the trigger. Because that's what it is, really...you gotta think of it not being
real. Or else you can't deal with it.
That's how I cope. Saying it's not real. That it's all a mission, that it's all part of the
training. That it's them or me. Life or death. And when your choices get that narrow,
as narrow as view down the barrel, what are gonna choose?
Yeah...that's what I thought. Bet you might think twice when you're looking over the
choice in a dream.
But eventually...you get to be able to build up this image...this ideal. You act, all
your life, every day, day after day, you do so much that you're bustin' your brain to
keep up this act that you don't even think about the trigger. You start to wait for the
next time you can escape into that world that's flat and lifeless so you don't have to
act any more. Then you start to crave it. And then...hunger.
But, in time, you get so good at acting that you learn to hide the fact you're hungry,
too.
I like being alone. It makes it easier, 'cause you're never going to bring anyone down
with you. But I can't stand being alone. So I'm always surrounded. I guess a lot of
them think I'm mysterious. But really, it's just my way of being able to pull the
trigger.
I wonder if they'd like to know that. In some way...they're all there, edging me on
down the barrel. It's my hands that hold they weapon...but it's theirs that make it
steady.
I guess I gotta thank 'em all, hey?
Thankyou, everyone, for being there, and pulling the trigger with me.
Derek Zischke
Zischke In The Jar Productions (c), 2000-10-19
http://members.optusnet.com.au/~lox18/Index.htm
deadmanseven@optushome.com.au
"Do you suffer from long-term memory loss? I can't remember..."
-Chumbawamba
money from this.
Damage
You know...down the sights...nothing looks the same.
The world is flat. Lifeless. No emotion. You stop think in terms of 'real' before you
can pull the trigger. Because that's what it is, really...you gotta think of it not being
real. Or else you can't deal with it.
That's how I cope. Saying it's not real. That it's all a mission, that it's all part of the
training. That it's them or me. Life or death. And when your choices get that narrow,
as narrow as view down the barrel, what are gonna choose?
Yeah...that's what I thought. Bet you might think twice when you're looking over the
choice in a dream.
But eventually...you get to be able to build up this image...this ideal. You act, all
your life, every day, day after day, you do so much that you're bustin' your brain to
keep up this act that you don't even think about the trigger. You start to wait for the
next time you can escape into that world that's flat and lifeless so you don't have to
act any more. Then you start to crave it. And then...hunger.
But, in time, you get so good at acting that you learn to hide the fact you're hungry,
too.
I like being alone. It makes it easier, 'cause you're never going to bring anyone down
with you. But I can't stand being alone. So I'm always surrounded. I guess a lot of
them think I'm mysterious. But really, it's just my way of being able to pull the
trigger.
I wonder if they'd like to know that. In some way...they're all there, edging me on
down the barrel. It's my hands that hold they weapon...but it's theirs that make it
steady.
I guess I gotta thank 'em all, hey?
Thankyou, everyone, for being there, and pulling the trigger with me.
Derek Zischke
Zischke In The Jar Productions (c), 2000-10-19
http://members.optusnet.com.au/~lox18/Index.htm
deadmanseven@optushome.com.au
"Do you suffer from long-term memory loss? I can't remember..."
-Chumbawamba