egoism dictates human relations
a world where fashion outshines morality
here success written in blood-red colours
designed for the thirst for power
gather the faithful and propose a toast
to the epoch of indifference
an all to ordinary story
with an aftertaste so bitter(so bitter)
forced to be someone I don’t want to be
I’m losing myself. sinking deeper down
I’m caught in the world wound web
a time represented by the void
an excuse without content
stuck in the abyss of existence
with a content void of excuse
an all to ordinary story
this is my story
with an aftertaste so bitter
I’m losing myself
sinking deeper down
I’m caught — I’m caged
I’m gone