How many times have I tried to rise above this world?
I could pay the highest price to have a heart of gold
Distracted, forsaken, passive mind
Inside four walls
As I grew up in the gleams
Overwhelming shine of city lights
Discrepant voices screaming
Dissonances into my ears
A great scavenger ate my soul
They call it society
We wander around the globe, intoxicated with lies
Living dead in forsaken towns, where modern diseases combine
Words are the weapon of mass destruction
Information noise brings death
We are sharing pain remotely
Downloading cyanide
Information overload
From those fighting for attention
Inciting instincts
The animals inside us
Neurotics' suicides
In disabled minds
We're programmed to worship
The gods of broadcast
I no longer feel, I can't hear you anymore
Drowning in the sea of news
Reports from a mankind's fall