Lethargy -

The reek of thousand years

Sticks in clothes and on hands

The sons die before the fathers

Cos they can’t breathe in this waste land

What you don’t know

Won’t hurt you

The end comes slow

This world gives us our due

Everything had gone well

So let sleeping dogs lie

As soon as the cracks begin to show

It will collapse in a blink of an eye

What you don’t know

Won’t hurt you

The end comes slow

This world gives us our due

What you don’t know

Won’t hurt you

The end comes slow

This world gives us our due

Learn from mistakes

Just to repeat them