2025 -

The age of Aphrodite

Has just passed us by

And all the prophets

Point their fingers towards the sky

It’s a shame, yes it’s a crime

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All the kings and rulers

Just dismiss your case

They tell you all is well

So get back in your place

And I wonder to myself

Are we to blame?

I wonder if I’ll be living

In the year 2025

You know my futures uncertain

I’m losing grip all the time

As the executioner

Walks upon the stage

I turn and wave farewell

To the golden age

It’s a shame, yes it’s a crime

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