The groining comfort
Of the modern world
Provides advantages in every day life
With evolution
Silver turns to gold
Your headache s vanishing
It seems to be the end of strife
You Know what I mean saying these words
To survive, to struggle, to search —
aren't you tired of all this?
So spit on your natural instincts and be happy
Aren't you pleased with this opportunity now?
Ex-usual troubles
Are further every day
Only the endless streams
Of information
But something inside you
Progresses in decay
Things have no sense —
The new age revelation
No difference between day and night
No wishes, just a lazy slow decay
You have a choice between the suicide
And getting on the chemical way
You re drowning deeper
Into this viscous marsh
The shroud is paralyzing
Your emotions
Was there really time
When things were harsh?
Was there really time
When marsh was ocean?
Do you remember
How you lived before?
It’s just a faded area
Of your brain now
Life is still pulsing
Somewhere inside your core
But is it worth
Peeling from the pale shroud?
Reviving feelings from their deepest sleep?
Feeling the blinding light of day?
Experiencing pain during the trip?
Following the chemical way?
