Old Patterns - Headshot

Back to the old patterns, step back in time

Old familiar failures, progress denied

Idiotic idols to fill the inner void

Crippled fantasy, mentally destroyed

I can see no future, everything has failed

No more self-confidence, back to the grave

See our world in pieces, rotten from inside

There is no perspective on the bottom line

Rust and decay

I see the world in shades of gray

Sick and insane

In lowest consciousness we remain

Unconscious search for life

Unfit imagination

Desires unfulfilled

Ends up in mass frustration