A dystopic world Living day by day Destined to lose the step of living on this way Some desperate measure Afraid all is near Will manipulate a weak brain, hatred full of fear Reality is pain To face the truth in life With animosity You think, you hate, you pray You feel only The fear inside You hide, you strike, you fight You go to show the Rage outside State of alert, restless Awake for a year Inapt to divide all that's good from all that's real A relief of anger A relief of pain The aggression seems the path to cure the world in grey