Absurd Minds - The Gash

The dirty town casts a cloud on us
A blanket of smog like a sword of Damocles
Mechanical moves
People cannot smile
Forcing my way through streets
Leaving this monotony for a while
We pile up money
We love our cars
Perverted age
We need our wars

Consumption, selfishness and hate
We will never learn
Stupidity, decay, lack of restraint
We annihilate ourselves

The civilisation is an experience
A learning process
But it's a trap
Can you stop turning round the key
And spitting out the exhaust fumes?
If a sore bursts open you concentrate on it
But do you know
We are this gash

People speak to God
Most people speak to God
Only in their final hour