Things coming your way,
Maybe it's not what they say,
But the dark clouds coming every day.
And your opinion dashes through the sights of the remembering catapults,
Just a grey corner of your minds coming to light in the distant sky,
And the blue mountains of desperate cries,
Remind us of a peaceful moon in the culprit of the cults.
I don't regret and I don't care,
Manipulators of the psychology of our emotions and mind,
Controllers of massive rain blind our eyes,
There's no end to the war they fight,
In the philosophy of brainwashing the minds of society into a false utopian kind,
I don't feel the vibes neither on the left or the right,
Flash away sister,
From the culprit to the stars,
Let's die one more time!
Just one more time!
