Wetiko - Noctiferia

One, two, three, society

Four, five, of life deprived

Six to eight, unseal your fate

Nine, ten, scream it again

There was a man and he went mad

Grim was the look of psychopath

The psycho of bursting ego

Only towards fall he can go

Clenching for top and all that’s dear

His logic died incepting fear

Opened eyes but the mind went black

Modern man spreading sick mind

Plague

Stop

The madness of man’s mind

Save

What’s left inside

Accept

That you are sick

Wetiko is our own

Collective parasite

When he destroys what he creates

It’s a shame, a big mistake

When destroyed something of nature

It’s a progress for his future

Lost in maze of self-destruction

Panic driven innovations

Devolution, side-production

King of fools as a recognition