I'm a fallen youth, In my sixties I'm eleven. I'm not blind enough To forget the light of heaven. Purposely naive T.V.shows make me so bitter. Your life is just vital To my heart. Egocentric times. I feel false and artificial. They sell cynic lies To fulfill our grand ambition. Have we any right Lift our heads and seek salvation, When kids fade and die like grass in fall! And you shouldn’t even bother! Go away and fuck with other! And you shouldn’t even care: Now it's easy not to care. We are nothing more then dolls, Pretty bodies, ugly souls. We are nothing more then tears On the face of God that leers. We've done nothing to Stop this rotten dead empire! All that we could do Is to throw weak to the fire. We are content, So many sad places! Money to spend, Make up for blank faces. Glory to the scourge. Devil in my church. Under yoke of time, Your smile looks like crime.