Obscenity - Witch Hunt

Fear of life and what you could be

Settled down with a family

Worship the fear

Pinned down by convenience

Strangled to death by traditions

Will work set you free?

Have you sown what you can’t reap?

The future’s creaping up so fast

But all your pleasure’s in the past

So life is lived in regret

Up to your neck in credit debt

Worship the fear

Possessions are just a distraction for the

Happiness that you’re lacking

For false sense of security you’ll

Settle for monotony

Life becomes an obscenity when

You sow while they reap