F.E.A.R.
Estranged in this world where suicidal thought is a prescribed norm
Estranged in this world where suicidal thought is a prescribed norm
Where always the last song is awaiting the appearance of the last gong
Everything is bad, always horribly sad
Planes are killing people, people are chasing metal birds
Two pillars are slowly free falling,9/11
death of pristine mind and number seven
Where are “omnipotent they”?
If you can catch…
