The final showdown...I don't know where to go...I don't know where to go by now...To let my anger growTo let my hatred flow somehow'cause when I put on the news, each day at nightAnd see all the conflicts that may or even will collideThere is no more excuse for our self-abuseAll these !@#$ things - I even feel amusedCome on, take it on by now, this bitter roleOf playing god somehow or even Satan's poleDouble moral, the freedom choralOur mind-expanse, your ignorance!I'm feeling somehow better now, after all the fury's out and nothing couldcure my damn agoniesI'm feeling somehow lighter now, after all the pain's cried out and nothingcould build more stupiditiesDisastrous and mournful, adventurous and harmfulThis is how the story goesBut then again I decide that my dreams should not hideAnd no-one ever knowsAnd then I realise one thing - that we are killing ourselves'cause our greed is leading us to our own graves"Wise" decisions and blind superstitionsHate spin facility and the death roll fatalityTo Venus and black or just a strange little pillNew conflict dimension and some more reasons untilThe hate based machinery, a cold subsidiarityIs starting its $#&@ing tech-raging clarity