Born of an urban jungle jail
You march like a
king of life in cage
for the first time
you watched your every step
but as a result of pride
you stumble and fell
born of enlighted mind
you were a king of
every perfect idea
and thought, but
modern days' plague
destroyed the very
shining depth of you
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in every self-made feast of flesh
you dig your own deep grave
you write word "freedom" on your hands
yet still you are a slave
you ask a beggar, ask a whore,
you even ask a thief,
but you would better ask yourself
why you're forlorn to bleed
your worthless empty high hopes're dead
and you are dying here
without a bloodline, without a name
but with your filth and fear
you're left with only pleasant dreams
with dim instead of a flame
desired distant dealms are now
lie buried with your hands.
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Modern! Days'! Plague!
Modern! Days'! Plague!
Modern! Days'! Plague!
Born of an average norm
you were useless
and nothing new
your nowadays
social and mundane form
has nothing to archive of do.
arrogant, agressive, dumb,
selfish, stupid, bruised,
senseless, worthless life,
now you are forced to lose.
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modern days' plague
is raging in our world
it is a reaping death
but it's harvest not of souls
it's numb but talks to you
you're blind but eyes can see
you can pretend you're deaf
nevertheless you hear.
whatever's told to be
a cure for victims' minds
it is profane but there's a key
to escape thekilling tide.
it's black wings're spread
all over the world
as far as can be seen
a modern human curse
a nowadays' disease.
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Modern! Days'! Plague!
Modern! Days'! Plague!
Modern! Days'! Plague!
