Words
YEAH!
The price of progress keeps bleeding into the void,
The structures we erect, corroded and destroyed.
Every ticking second drags hope into the dust,
The machine grinds to devour all our trust.
FRIDAY IS LOST!
NO TIME TO COUNT!
SOUL IS DUST!
NO HOPE FOUND!
FRIDAY IS LOST!
NO TIME TO COUNT!
SOUL IS DUST!