Concrete Sun God Forsaken Prostitute
Furnace of religion
Always melts the ones left alone
Cancer for some change
Will we ever learn
A wisdom unsurpassed
We’re crushed and overpowered
My conscience won’t confound
Icons of their idols fade
Wonder if we’ll ever learn
So feed the feeling of impending doom
Suck the power from addictive drug
Foreboding feeling of the ending
Float along the god-forsaken flood
Tears of wounded virgins
Splash against the dead cold hearts
Still Alone
We are broken-armed again, I guess
So why the hell we even try
Litres of courage and no fate
Still, gallons of hate and we’re late again
Again, again and again…