Neurologic disconnection of silent masses. A loud monologue with a violent depression.
Violent depression.
Oppressed by public elites, hanged by our throats. Controlled by masters of their pleas. Under the electric pulsation of the rotten flesh. Knowledge is repressed for a sweet caress.
Ignorance is bliss for those who have aimed and missed. Cryogenic rest for the people, all in a test. Genetic codes are changed, the pain stays the same. A world ideologic domination brought by social mutilation.
The unknown will thrive when silence and pain will collide. Expression is mourned as they lead the wings of genocide.
Time stands still as justice stays motionless. A loud monologue with the flesh.
With the rotten flesh.
Progress is written in the blood of lost civilizations. Implode when there's no more social institutions. Pressure for a change, slicing fingers when there is no one to blame.
When tissues will fall off, hope won't be enough. When children will starve for identity, caught between their teeth will be misery. Lost in the infinite grey of dissatisfaction.
Lost in the flame of progress, identity prevails where society has failed.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
