Greyness reigning, second thoughts repressed
Rashness overdose, other conceptions are infected
The silent scream of the margins dies
Crushed by an obsolete moral
Sulphurous and demonic outcast
Suppressed by servile eloquence
People are no more conscious that they’re puppets of X
The unknown enemy… God, lust, themselves or sex
Do you ever touch the sky, embrace the stars in your eyes
Have you ever left your fate, spit at all the stuff I despise
Greyness reigning, second thoughts repressed
Rashness overdose, other conceptions are infected
Who struck the first blow ?
A wolf among many others
Self declared guarantor of our wellness
Inquisitor of money and power
The silent scream…
People are no more conscious…
Let us do our own view on all
Let us live our own way 'til we fall