Suicide chapter 2 Society

Our world is ill, cure had been forever lost.
Our world is ill and getting worse.

We fight our war in the name of peace.
We kill our brothers without tears.
Government denies all their rotten lies,
Constitution looks like one big joke,
When you see men slaughter,
When you see someone live in a gutter.
Where is our truth? It’s been eaten out by disease.
Faking our freedom - ‘cause nobody knows what it is.
Everyday people die from the hands of the political slys,
Who’s think they are Gods, but all they are is a fucking bureaucrats.
All the bloodlust deliberately placed in our world
By the smart ass and numskull whorse.
Society is like a madhouse and we patients there,
But our doctor schizophrenic himself.
Our string is pulled by sleazy hands,
And like a rats during the flood, we kill each other to be on top.
Instead of feeding a hungry child, we show him on TV.
We sell body - parts of those who’s dying, before they passed away.
We think we are strong, we playing revolution in our minds,
But will see how long we’ll survive when coming civil war strikes.

Our world is ill, cure had been forever lost.
Our world is ill and getting worse.




January 25, 1997
wrt: Andrey Prudnikov.