The final showdown...
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I don't know where to go...
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I don't know where to go by now...
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To let my anger grow
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To let my hatred flow somehow
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'cause when I put on the news, each day at night
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And see all the conflicts that may or even will collide
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There is no more excuse for our self-abuse
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All these goddamn things - I even feel amused
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Come on, take it on by now, this bitter role
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Of playing god somehow or even Satan's pole
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Double moral, the freedom choral
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Our mind-expanse, your ignorance!
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I'm feeling somehow better now, after all the fury's out and nothing could
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cure my damn agonies
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I'm feeling somehow lighter now, after all the pain's cried out and nothing
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could build more stupidities
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Disastrous and mournful, adventurous and harmful
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This is how the story goes
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But then again I decide that my dreams should not hide
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And no-one ever knows
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And then I realise one thing - that we are killing ourselves
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'cause our greed is leading us to our own graves
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"Wise" decisions and blind superstitions
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Hate spin facility and the death roll fatality
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To Venus and black or just a strange little pill
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New conflict dimension and some more reasons until
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The hate based machinery, a cold subsidiarity
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Is starting its fucking tech-raging clarity
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Antisense
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Shadowcast |