the final showdown…

I don't know where to go…
I don't know where to go by now…
to let my anger grow
to let my hatred flow somehow

'cause when I put on the news, each day at night
& see all the conflicts that may or even will collide
there is no more excuse for our self-abuse
all these [bad word] things - I even feel amused
 [bad word] on, take it on by now, this bitter role
of playing god somehow or even satan's pole
double moral, the freedom choral
our mind-expanse, your ignorance!

I'm feeling somehow better now, after all the fury's out & nothing could cure my [bad word] agonies
I'm feeling somehow lighter now, after all the pain's cried out & nothing could build more stupidities

disastrous & mournful, adventurous & harmful
this is how the story goes
but then again I decide that my dreams should not hide
& no-one ever knows

& then I realise one thing - that we are killing ourselves
'cause our greed is leading us to our own graves
"wise" decisions & blind superstitions
hatespin facility & the deathroll fatality

to venus & black or just a strange little pill
new conflict dimension & some more reasons until
the hate based machinery, a cold subsidarity
is starting its [bad word] tech-raging clarity