This is the age of innocence
True intoxicated innocence
When every demon wears a face
Human creations in human shapes
The same substance
Name it nonsense disorder madness
Hunger misery disorder sickness
Call for warfare and revolution
Everything seems to be disconnected
Still sometimes all demons become
One dark cloak that hides you
Lost inside endless mirrors
Always watching seeing nothing
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