Witch Hunt

Obscenity
Fear of life and what you could be Settled down with a family Worship the fear Pinned down by convenience Strangled to death by traditions Will work set you free? Have you sown what you can't reap? the future's creaping up so fast But all your pleasure's in the past So life is lived in regret Up to your neck in credit debt Worship the fear Possessions are just a distraction for the happiness that you're lacking For false sense of security you'll settle for monotony Life becomes an obscenity when you sow while they reap From Letras Mania