Poems by Yang Fei

Life is a river I’ll let fate decide

Sophistication is a borrowed power From imagination that keeps people feel superior The exact thing makes them inferior Sophistication follows the same formula It’s like learning 1+1 and then at the age of 99 still learning 100+100 Horde of believers Counting 100+100 throughout their life A rat race of feeling superior

Treated as assets and “protected” Treat themselves as assets and “protect themselves” Dumb hoes is a description suitable for those things Join them join him The same philosophy to oppress the worthy Pretty faces pretty clothes Barely having a living soul Treat them as equal you’ll see That’s why I’m on the losing side

We’ve got different life philosophy and she got picked up by the other traits that polluted side wanted Life splits but share the similarity Maybe it’s time to think about quitting and join them and sabotage it all

She said “you’re forever dumb like that” I said I know what you think but you don’t know what I think I don’t play your rules I’m your master you gotta aware She said “yeah but you’re forever dumb like that” I said yeah maybe But I know your dumb rules and I know what you think But you don’t know me at all

“This is WAY better than porn” When he says this, his peers are right there shooting the porn

He wants to make a game where there’s only one loser and everybody else wins He didn’t expect that he’s gonna be the loser And there’s a second rule added by others If there’s no loser then there’s gonna be a winner He stops the game immediately

His mouth is moving but there is not much coming out He reads but there is not much digested He wants to be seen as mysterious And he wants to be taken unserious And they want to appear as creatures with wisdom And they want to appear no threats as simple animals And they want all the benefit flow to them Pulling up the profile It says “what a perfect white lotus”

所有人每天对你指鹿为马 你却说 不被理解是一种自由 那我就知道 ≧1个人正理解着你 而你也明白着 “不被理解是一种自由”是一种被理解后的自由

每当他们吹响号角 我就知道又是一场丧事喜办 而那边又是一场场的丧事 真可谓天作之合

The world is not dominated by posers Or human beings is gonna collapse Hope that get into these minions mind No it won’t They say You said life is about expression Aren’t we being loud enough Aren’t we laughing loud enough The whole country we have got fireworks They have got money Let’s make it boom Yeah it sure is the case Practically everybody can die without being useful Why not make it you Sacrifice being the big expression After you

The negative thoughts about me Is the negative reflection of yours When you bring out the sword Making bullshit in your toxic brains With the greatest imagination you can ever have While I’m laying here with my pure heart You told me what you are Clowns making a crowd Clowns are loud and obvious Real clowns never escape the fate of being Real entertainment In an absolute way Not in your mouth She tries to add a little bit of horrors He tries to add a little bit of lust Minions have millions of ways writing their own stories but they choose to suck anyway Being a collective entertainment Negative thoughts about me are just entertainment Wouldn’t you see it clearly? I’m all set

I come I protect I’m the violence itself She can’t see the problems And that’s why they are under our control Oh no She’s part of the problem She’s part of me I’m part of the problem, but Nobody knows As long as nobody knows Let’s do it when nobody knows What else would you do Wouldn’t you sing holy songs About our victories We are the problems they’ll never get rid of But let’s make em the problems

They need an audience I give them an audience Practical God is what they are making fun of Ungrateful bitches “But I’ve got power over you” Minions like you there are millions like you Can’t kill the roaches so roaches always wining But I forgive and love Practical God is what they are ditching against

It would be 10 years since I left home I’m glad I met someone like you my friend It reminds me of a younger me I know why people love young energy now It is my turn to know now And knowing is suffering

I’m not your face front you could use and dump I’m not your blood bag you could suck and leave I’m not your cloud daughter, dad, mother, son, go raise your own I have no idea what you are talking about

There are a lot of things don’t excite me anymore You’re not a saviour either The cruelest thing is to view somebody as hope Hope is cruelty Peace is the saviour They don’t know Should they know Somebody put the life weight on them once before Behind the back Who’s the saviour Saviour of what Life in confusion As the train goes everything seems normal as if it should be like that always We are all overstimulated But the end of tunnel is cruelty Because the trains have no stop At least that’s what I feel Will there be a stop?

I touched the sky with zero confidence and I fell I lived on earth with much confidence but I’ve fallen from the sky So he doesn’t like me She doesn’t believe in me Everybody’s watching me They know what I’m thinking I know what they are thinking So she doesn’t like me He doesn’t believe in me Because I lived on earth with much confidence but I’ve fallen from the sky Tales going around saying how I touched the sky with zero confidence

Stolen path or rightfully owned? It is me who have this life Blood stains all over the place I recommend you get your own life Every corner of the town There are marionettes who don’t know they smell so strong Because of the toxins inside of them Pouring out like invisible streams And streams unite together as an ocean And people drown And lost in it Bad vibes Avoid at all cost

What is it like to be a woman Is that they fart a lot about your decisions Is that they choose who you are And help you because of their choice of who you are And bury you because of their choice of who you are Is that they want you to lose the voice Is that you are a specimen for them to investigate As long as you act your best interest And have a bit piece of war mind Which happens everyday In everyone What is it like to be a woman Is that they think they have the power over you Now shoot them in the head Show them who’s the boss

Grass is greener on your side When you are in this middle of nowhere Watching stars and clouds move Dancing by the fire Under the night sky The grass is greener on your side And I wanna breathe the same air you breathe Because it tastes good like the fresh grass after the rain Finally I, celebrate

What is it to be like you? Till death we aren’t to be broken apart What is it the taste in your mouth? It says I don’t love you You are one of the ten substitutes What is it in your eyes you talk so loud but eyes barely blink It says lying While I’m lying in his bed