We're radiated we're generated Variegated and duplicated Reformulated Body and soul Laminated plastic matter
Is it getting better or worse? Is this a blessing or another curse?
Caught in a rapid race of self gain & profit A chase few do summit, all the rest will plummet
Shame on egotistic sales-men On man who failed to see To notice, it's simple, it's final, over In to a synthetic hell, piles of litter, piss and Artificial fiber nature will not filter
Abandon abort this anatomic sell Free the self from the fabric And all material A burial of the economic spell See now clear, the primal logic All is immaterial
Disintegrated, deteriorated Evaporated, eradicated Decontaminated and rid of all Fabricated, manmade plaster
Is it getting better or worse? Is this a blessing or another curse?
Shedding all layers, stripping us bare is time's Evident effect of wear & tear
Out of the organic shell Mind over matter This body is superficial only but a cover Doubt the automatic or dwell here forever Back to the initial, finger pulls a trigger
A barrier withholding a vast mass of axial rooted path ways in its border No textures yet cover the castes A spiral emitted math lays in disorder
Lack of order! Random order! Random order! Lack of order!
I'm made Sick of this disarrayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.