The wrong time, the wrong place


Our smiling face of distrust


Buried, the seed deep in all our heads


Prepared ourselves for the fall





The greed killing!





Instinct to mistrust


Instinct - the lust


Their butchery of feelings


Geared for the greed killing





The greed killing!





Not now, then when?


Not now, then when?


When?(x4)





The lust denies the need (x5)





Existence is a steady flow,


The moulded image grows


No care, no faith in what you are


The pressure builds right from the start





Could it be just sour grapes?


Or have we failed to fit their shape?


It's always give, and never take


How much more can we give?