Chapter First And Last

Dear Friend,


A demon vision barricading your mind from an envision

of a love and freedom collision, leaving you stuck in a artificial prison

where you're hanged from a rope made of money

stuck in a materialistic...conservative.. middle class bubble

that you cant quit you are bound to double

Government like fishermen they need to eat

Since you a small fish they will let you feed

So you think you're so clever and untouchable

Drowning in your stolen treasures you become dysfunctional

A big fish, thats what makes the first page

A failure to you're mother's eyes that's the worst rage

There is no succession to this infected game

When your young follower does the same

In his crushed fate you're the one to blame

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 22.08.2012

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