The era where dreams
Can only be made visible by drugs
Where kamikaze is called heroism
And hard work and honesty are blocks
In the way of capitalism

The charcoal colored era
Where foolish leadership is given a hand
By divine justified terrorism
Just a replacement of
The old fashioned fascism

The sewer filthy era
Where Jihad is the cover up
Of random assasination
To obtain forceless power
Without knowing its destination

Spit shining boots
Turned into nostalgia
Now metal bullets
Are made from artificial epidemia

The world is dying
And we’re just raising the fever
The world is lying
And we’re returning the favour

Why can’t we just
Quit playing dumb
And stop Gaia’s suffering
By dropping the euthanizing bomb