Ramp Mud
I feel the movement...The underneath that lies...So still on the surface...
Floating in this powered stench...our blind contempt Facing one more time a brand new...Rusted old event
Repeated pages ...Repeated signs Renewed rotten courageous slime
Still we can't face the fact...Still we deny...to be:
Cowards...Selfish...Liars Double- Faced... Mires
We argue things...We build alibis In systematic keen...In pale sorrow of resign...resign
Silence breeds violence x4
Mud We drown ourselves inside this Mud Chorus We numb ourselves inside this Mud
So the slush is growing higher So the dirt is feeding fire So the filth will build our pyre
The tragedy ...Of someone else The common recipe of our social health
The simple art ...Of complication The choking tumor of our hollow conversations
Cowards...Selfish...Liars Double- Faced... Mires
Mud x4
Chorus I hear the silence ...Scraping in my head I hear the silence ...Scraping...Scraping...Scraping...Scraping