Running mad,
stepping on toes
Damning the life, the life that they chose
Working ants clean the vultures'
cage Puppet masters make the big screen rage
The murder of the common sense Left everybody sitting in the audience
Peeling onions of nothingness While the world's going out of business
Gratitude so dead but no surprise Gold ability is on the rise
Now
we're leaving rockets
After nearly destroying creation
Hear mothers crying out What good has man made of Eden?
I wish
everyone could see
What's haunting humanity?
World of
monotonous grins And violent cries of mad violence
Gratitude so
dead but no surprise Gold ability is on the rise
2025, rolling
across the sky
