The fireworks were but damp squibs,
The ocean was but a puddle of dirty water,
The only thing that is what it looked like
Is the desert I'm in... it looks like sand...

They described Hell as flames, and red clowns with forks,
Described the suffering you have to endure there,
Described how your soul would be killed again and again,
All confortably sit in their stolen golden thrones

Just like they knew anything about it,
Just like they could speak of life when they never approached it,
When the filthy breath of the town invade your lungs
When your mind is bought by politics, TV, money, or religion

They say the understood, the world is in crisis,
But they're only ask for our own metamorphosis
Spilting on the neighbour but doing exactly the same,
Look through my eyes, if you didn't see already how it's lame !

Little pawns in a giant orgistic mascarade,
Keeping our heads down with their fucked up serenade
Telling us how they're "forced to do for the greater good",
While making money even when sending Africans food

They're making me sick, pricks, I have to puke,
Until someone decide to push the button for the Holy Nuke
Condemned to live for them, no questions, only follow,
Fuck you if you think I'm gonna swallow !

Nothing is the way it should, sorry
I'd love to say it's a world of colorful jelly
But the only shining thing I see is steel of the trashcans
I'd love to be wrong, just show me if you can

It was definately sand... even quicksands...
The only thing that sill be out is my hand
Drowning never killed me, I did it very often and got back
Like Sisyphus did... Too bad I wasn't told from the start...