Texty:
Lets Grow Disease Of Modern Times

What should I do? It?s in my head What should I do? It?s on my mind One word against the world An element of creation and truth Death is just a simple

I found a spark that cuts the rope That makes me see when I fall All fears I had, now are gone This life of mine is what I own Squeeze it, drown it,

demolish, to burn and annihilate I stole, I called it mine I was the center of the universe A self-named God of Everything that she made Now I?m helpless The time

I can't take this pressure The feeling of happiness is doomed We can't find a purpose for ourselves I hope this life isn't gloomed HOW MUCH I HAVE TO

Progression or regression? It always returns Thru constant repression. Rats continuosly try to create A false impression. While sinking so deep inside

nothing knows What silence built & what it's destroyed Sometimes it comes for me Disease of the modern times It destroys me from inside Disease of the modern times

Now, don't get me wrong the 10 Commandments is cool, See once upon a time I too believed in the Golden Rule Unemployment figures at an all time high (?)