Fuck off with your sweet nothings, the words of deception, of better days to come/ the liabilities masked as possibilities -hostilities will follow-/ the smiles, the handshakes, the nice wisecrack a minute before the knife in the back/ no shelter from this world of walking dead instead an endless haze
The degeneration of the so-called civilization a demise of everything humane a failure after failure after failure forming a strangling chain sheep following sheep in self-made prisons afraid to see beyond shake them, lead them, breed them, beat them they’ll never respond
The walls that you built fall in front of you the grayness gathers, engulfs all last memories of life erased not one moment of ease before the final fall
Look a little deeper inside of you - you’ll find what I did no solace, no peace, just the true self - the cynicTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
