A world where fashion outshines morality
Here success is written in blood-red colours
Designed by the thirst for power
Gather the faithful and propose a toast
To the epoch of indifference
An all to ordinary story
With aftertaste so bitter
Forced to be someone I don’t want to be
I’m losing myself, sinking deeper down
I’m caught in the world wound web
A time represented by the void
An excuse without content
Stuck in the abyss of existence
With a content void of excuse
An all to ordinary story
This is my story
With an aftertaste so bitter
Sinking deeper down
I’m caught – I’m cage
I’m gone
