מחוכים ועקבים

Ruptures of soul are shown
Simplicity of mind is revealed
Whenever you wish to be wicked
Beware of the wenches within

Terrible creatures
They will make you slave
To everything easy
To everything safe

Ugly words and ugly swards
Write the history of us
We sit content in pig sty
Nodding our heads in decline

P.C. and politeness
Humanity's dump
We ended up talking
About the weather and plums

Starvation and plague
Are out of the low
Out of our mind
And out of our thought

Instead there are pop-ups
And plasma TV's
"Oh lord won't you buy me…"
These new skinny jeans

This new blind "religion"
Replaced our beliefs
Of brighter today
And our will to be free.


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