Modern life is a form of madness
Lunacy will be the sole decider
Of who'll live or who'll die
Will we descend or will we rise
Morals are placed in an atomic collider
Separated, destroyed, christened and baptized
Upon the whims of our arbitrary leaders
And we fall under the spell of demagogues
Our future is one without a guide
We have no forward path
Culture demands obedience
And we become lap dogs
Not the first but perhaps the last
Fed scraps, false hopes and downcast
In the race we've all run
The end has begun
No one will survive the wrath
If we are good it is only in deception
However powerful the response
How glorious the reception
All that we know, all we want
Leads to goals that are impossible
With a legacy of shame that haunts
