Local disillusion
Invitation to the feast
Let's celebrate our nihilism on their private streets
Some thousand sausages are marching to the beat of discontent
There must be a button or another secret trick to make them
fucking swallow all the waste that makes me sick
Let them drown in the confetti that they throw into the air
You're wondering why some keep on complaining
I wonder why you still refuse to see that this is not about culture
This is BreadandCircuses
It's just another invitation to the feast
Time for contradictions
Pure fucking dissent
Ballons, Parades and fireworks
Whom do they represent I watch you celebrate this miserable scene
Fuck your flag and fuck your apathy and all fake values in between
Go on push it further until we finally reach the edge
Until there's nothing left and no allegiance to be pledged
The art of decadence, we'll finally pay it's toll and we gotta fall
Wait for your fall
A thousand words won't change it all, guess it's time to let you know
A thousand prayers won't save us all
What a loss
What a scene
What a lack of dignity
A thousand words won't change it all