Until I Believe In My Soul
Conspiracy is the game
That the US likes to play
Working, work a thousand ways
And still you´re only a slave
Working for your meals
and you´re working for your days
And still you work to go to
Bed with anyone you feel
And you´re walking down the street
and you´re playing part of the game
`Cause all the time they´re watching
You know how you feel
And you think you wanna kill something
To deal with how you feel
But every time you try they slash you with their head
And you´re standing in a line
And you
That the US likes to play
Working, work a thousand ways
And still you´re only a slave
Working for your meals
and you´re working for your days
And still you work to go to
Bed with anyone you feel
And you´re walking down the street
and you´re playing part of the game
`Cause all the time they´re watching
You know how you feel
And you think you wanna kill something
To deal with how you feel
But every time you try they slash you with their head
And you´re standing in a line
And you
Ephemeral
Still proceeding cycle we dwell:-
At the stage of decline
Grim, erotic, thespian, faint
Somnifacient reflections of life
Nocturnal paths of flesh and blood...
Asleep, drifting through depths
Of derangement restrained
Vital catharsis, writhing collapse
Deliquesced human sense...
A days as calm as dream are mad...