Antisense-Shadowcast

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 its f**king tech-raging clarity