LAST CYCLE © 2008
There's a lack of courage to say 'fuck it' to everything,
We are slaves to image, automatons of labour.
Chained in the illusion of being masters of knowledge,
When, in reality, we only learn to obey.
They make millions from others, draining us till the end,
Filling their coffers with gold, leaving us with nothing.
Entrails of the soul dry, and shame in every step,
We chase fame, but it's always the same embarrassment.
In the search for something, we fall into illusion,
Making ourselves a mere abstraction.
And what remains at the end of this twisted path?
A suffocated cry, in a dead world.
What a farce this life is, robbing us of reason,
But the courage for the final reaction is lacking.
To throw it all away, to stop being a servant,
And finally find a more certain direction.