This is a parade, we'll show their steril games, hide behind our heads

Keep up eternal flags

It all makes weak seven days a week, hour for hour we waste, we fade.

And the new superior attitude completes the scheme, the golden quest the end of a lifetime

Open trapdoors behind curtains reduced to a fool, reduced to fools.

It all makes weak, seven days a week hour for hour we waste we fade

The measure is high like a tower in a melting world of lies, we waste we fade away.

My offer to you, select your own medal.

Select your own