2042. Just before the world explode, in the muddiest corner of the old matheric a strangekind of mob is moving back in time...
Stupidkind of subcultural events twist the brains. Bowing down to empty emotions minds decay.
Voting the worst, laughing at smart... Sheeps and pigs fully fill society. Buriing the truth, killing the youth, moving closer to years of brutality.
It's so cool to be in dark ages with only thought for a meal and a sleep. There's still chance to reject awful power of hate before be too late!
Pulp fictions and wave of "realities" - stupid fakes! TV freaks promise fistful of cash - foolish games!
Thousands of ants're building horrible altars, crucify dreams, memories, faith. Bestial behaviour, lack of humanity, close to the edge of subconscious insanity.
Fate, controlled by someone who make people kill and violate. Is there any chance to reject awful power of hate? It seems it's too late!
Misery's killing the human ambitions. Mostly the ants prefer superstitions.
Many years passed away... few generations and still there is no way.
Wisdom is dead! Eyes of the power are everywhere! Every single thought is controlled! The future belongs to the empty heads!
Anger, rage, pain, crimes, pestilence and leprosy, hunger, war!
They'll stay back in dark ages, won't find the way to salutary gate. No more chance to reject awful power of hate! It's irreparably late! Too late!
Rebellion begins ...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
