this is a dreamworld where we are living. people don't have time for anything but they devote energy to hate. earth can't revolve around the sun anymore, cause the power of money distracted it from the orbit towards destroying. money-man does everything he wants, the strength of power arranges problems, treads out foes. commercial channels, glossy magazines, shop-windows are just for buying you. starting wars, collapsed walls, the more blood is spilled, the more profit is built. to be able to dance on our head, to be able to buy important friends. hiding from taking responsibility, to be able to control the liberty. would you like to run away from this aggressive world, to walk alone in a neverendig desert. it's too late, it's too late. you were born to be a humble soldier to make money for the authority and finally to abuse yourself. |
