What is left to inspire?
A fabricated facade out of a perfect world replaces the old.
I loathe this decaying society and culture.
There are no more heroes, there is no hope anymore.
Generations of literary masterpieces
And avant-garde aesthetics are now buried under the trend of the week.
Between you and me there is no hint of decency.
Culture is a joke, everyone is dead inside.
Nothing is right anymore.
As black coats my eyes I renounce it all
Because we are brought up with blinders to know right from wrong.
But one mans morals are another mans bombs.
This world is filled with death and hate.
Death and hate.
Millions have died as a means to their ends.
Millions more will die, until we seek a revenge.
I will rise above.
Rise above.
