It doesn't matter on which side you are standing, we all are in same round
In burning round of hatred, in corrupted age
Can't see
Can't hear
Can't speak
Can't understand
Being dutiful on command, without own brain
Being self destructed by the way of consuming
Teached by society to tolerate all the filth
Being jailed in the round of power, to run away from the filth
We are living strange period, sick society
Run away from the filth, there is hope for better future
We have became slaves of own insticts
Despise the gift of mind, which belongs to people
Can't see
Can't hear
Can't speak
Can't understand
Seeds of chaos has rooted, they are outgrowing the countries throughout whole Europe
We are living strange period, sick society
Run away from the filth, there is hope for better future
We have became slaves of own insticts
Despise the gift of mind, which belongs to people
I'm sick of what I see
I'm frightened what I hear
I speak out of anger
Can't undestand the world
With abomination, to look at the abominated faces
Despise their useless existence by disgust
Disgust by society, which tolerate the biggest filth
Disgust by helplessness, to run away from the round
Disgust by people, and their epmty lives
Their sick thinking and wicked acts
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It doesn't matter on which side you are standing, we all are in same round
In burning round of hatred, in corrupted age
Can't see
Can't hear
Can't speak
Can't understand
Being dutiful on command, without own brain
Being self destructed by the way of consuming
Teached by society to tolerate all the filth
Being jailed in the round of power, to run away from the filth
We are living strange period, sick society
Run away from the filth, there is hope for better future
We have became slaves of own insticts
Despise the gift of mind, which belongs to people
Can't see
Can't hear
Can't speak
Can't understand
Seeds of chaos has rooted, they are outgrowing the countries throughout whole Europe
We are living strange period, sick society
Run away from the filth, there is hope for better future
We have became slaves of own insticts
Despise the gift of mind, which belongs to people
I'm sick of what I see
I'm frightened what I hear
I speak out of anger
Can't undestand the world
With abomination, to look at the abominated faces
Despise their useless existence by disgust
Disgust by society, which tolerate the biggest filth
Disgust by helplessness, to run away from the round
Disgust by people, and their epmty lives
Their sick thinking and wicked acts
In burning round of hatred, in corrupted age
Can't see
Can't hear
Can't speak
Can't understand
Being dutiful on command, without own brain
Being self destructed by the way of consuming
Teached by society to tolerate all the filth
Being jailed in the round of power, to run away from the filth
We are living strange period, sick society
Run away from the filth, there is hope for better future
We have became slaves of own insticts
Despise the gift of mind, which belongs to people
Can't see
Can't hear
Can't speak
Can't understand
Seeds of chaos has rooted, they are outgrowing the countries throughout whole Europe
We are living strange period, sick society
Run away from the filth, there is hope for better future
We have became slaves of own insticts
Despise the gift of mind, which belongs to people
I'm sick of what I see
I'm frightened what I hear
I speak out of anger
Can't undestand the world
With abomination, to look at the abominated faces
Despise their useless existence by disgust
Disgust by society, which tolerate the biggest filth
Disgust by helplessness, to run away from the round
Disgust by people, and their epmty lives
Their sick thinking and wicked acts
Writer: Radoslav Vrana
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