The torture won't part you
Motherly breast won't warm you
You fail and foam from your mouth
why is it so loud, this sound ?




What fine judgement I see
in the eyes of our world leaders
Oh how beautiful life could be
if it hadn't been shot to pieces

Shot to pieces




Strange vibe
circles round
Tries to comfort
buzzing sound

Form an arrow
point at us
We the target
are the one




Blaming global infection
for the illness in him
Little knowledge of the non-affection
between him and his kin

Old, grey, bitter, anxious and collapsed
Like a wallflower once blooming
Withered to apparent death




Darling, baby
Don't say maybe
Disobey me, I'll be
Like a bad penny

I twist the truth
I love your youth
You?re losing grip
Take a trip, you,