Plagues
A Step In The Wrong Direction
All your precious moments are fleeting
your feelings of contempt for life are bleeding out
they look into your body with black doll eyes
until they bite into your skin and they roll over white
Why make your progress in a backwards system?
The Human Foresight is cataract.
New populations = New traditions.
They fill the bibles with what they lack.
I stand by
and watch the fabric tear.
What good is an opened mind
if I don't let the old ways die?
I spend nights built up with spite
from the people forgetting what it meant to be right
and the tracks leading nowhere bring me furthest down
from the fear of committing to this fucking sound.
From Letras Mania