Antisense

The final showdown...

I don't know where to go...

I don't know where to go by now...

To let my anger grow

To let my hatred flow somehow

'cause when i put on the news, each day at night

And see all the conflicts that may or even will collide

There is no more excuse for our self-abuse

All these goddamn things - i even feel amused

Come on, take it on by now, this bitter role

Of playing god somehow or even satan's pole

Double moral, the freedom choral

Our mind-expanse, your ignorance!

I'm feeling somehow better now, after all the fury's out and nothing could

Cure my damn agonies

I'm feeling somehow lighter now, after all the pain's cried out and nothing

Could build more stupidities

Disastrous and mournful, adventurous and harmful

This is how the story goes

But then again i decide that my dreams should not hide

And no-one ever knows

And then i realise one thing - that we are killing ourselves

'cause our greed is leading us to our own graves

"wise" decisions and blind superstitions

Hate spin facility and the death roll fatality

To venus and black or just a strange little pill

New conflict dimension and some more reasons until

The hate based machinery, a cold subsidiarity

Is starting it's fucking tech-raging clarity