an atmosphere of agony a world at constant war concentration of the power to enslave the weak and poor a planet fit for tyrants obsessed by the language of force greedy fucking bastards showing no remorse
i´ve lost my faith in mankind we´re awake but in different dreams the time is way past midnight and what the fuck have we achieved
an atmosphere of emptyness where no one quite belong a situation so fucked up we can´t separate right from wrong surrounded by darkness an existance coloured in grey we´re in this shit together but the stench won´t blow away
i´ve lost my hope for a future the seeds are to damaged to grow the harvest of love and life a picture, never to be shown
a vacuum of silence people cold as ice we´re on our knees unable to rise a tumour full of fear is growing bit by bit we´re in the fucking middle trapped and forced to fit
i´ve lost my hope for a password we all would be able to commit i wish it was that simple but then, words don´t mean a shitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
