The root of all evil

The Gothic century
The Gothic law
The mindless faces
The closed door

Nobody thinking
But sure that right
The Law for no one
You see torchlight?

Most wish not searching
For better life
They easy choosing
The Gun & Knife

You could be screaming
On city street
No help will given
Just death you’ll meet

There is no culture
Just Lights of Screen
The False all over
Truth? What you mean?!

The crowd is soulless
It is ruled by fear
To make then trust you
Told they want hear

The youth arising
In such made world
There is no wonder
They are so cold

They must be Gothic
To stay alive
This time right pushing
Their hands to knife

The night will cover
The deeds they made
No one can sue them
Left them their fate...

If life not shifted
In better way
The mindless faces
For long will stay

On graveyard stone
The moon will shine
The dance on bones
Is this tomb mine? ...

2/03/99 - 17/04/99