Lyrics Die 59 - Silver

Die 59

Black systematic senseless pain.
All we do is now in vain…
Clapped-out, worn out, crushed like a dog in the street.
Survival of the fittest, all hail the elite!
Insensitive children, stand up and fight!
Obey the leader’s call!
Unite!
Unite!
Modern age of spiritual emphysema, from Bazarov to Hitler to Hiroshima.
You are nothing but a two feeted frog or a two feeted dog.
Whatever!
Die when you die.
Gimmie spiritual injections!
I got nihilistic infections!
My life is spinning around in way too many directions.
There’s no peace for the wicked.
No rest for the vicious.
This ship is going down, there is no light house in sight.
We’re sinking into the sea of lethargy…