i had been drugged,
led to believe in life after
that lies and betrayal took,
i was told the sun will shine again.
but it has been 48 thousand years,
and still the shadow of the night
covers me like it will not end.
and they gathered around me,
as if i am to listen to their non-sense,
political, scientific shits.
they're teaching me to accept,
bend and conform to their norms,
should i just kill 'em all?
if my life has no direction,
then what do i call their lives?
pretending to be someone,
living as if they have millions,
acting like whores and assholes.
my old solitude is my freedom,
my sorrow is my only ballad,
misery came to be my friend,
fallen... once an angel.
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