Things twisting, with no purpouse
Lifes ending - no one to notice
Living our nightmares and thankfull
All around orselves - it seems so dull
Somethin's wrong with the world
People thinking same ill thought
Money, power and respect they need
Their minds - diseased, by an evil seed
The society's insane - breaking apart
A game where killing's a form of art
Just try to break free - on your own
You'll suffer and you'll be alone
But at least you can be you
In all things that you do
25.10.2004 |