The flood of our senses, compact information held on screen Have led us into boringness Victims to indifference, hunger for tragedy Suffering is equivalent to rapture We don't distinguish, every day is the same Give us light, make us feel alive Take us above, let someone die We are vermin, following the sermon of ignorance Violating courage Dramatic events generate felicity Give us light, make us feel alive Take us above, let someone die Strangers needing help, zombies seeping through ourselves Absorbing their breeds suffering, proof of feign innocence One moment of anguish, caught for eternity, In misery we draw a picture of putrid aesthetics Forlorn fates, gears to our inner satisfaction Friendly face, mask of a starving ancient demon Drawn by Death, salvation to weaklings yearning for hate Desecrate, all moral instants in times without fate One moment of anguish, caught for eternity In misery we draw a picture of putrid aesthetics Mirrors of illusion, denying the sight of sorrow Realm of twisted reality