What is left to inspire?
A fabricated facade out of a perfect world replaces the old.
I loathe this decaying society and culture, there are no more heroes, there's no hope anymore.
Generations of literary masterpieces and avant-garde aesthetics are now buried
Between the trend of the week and between you and me there's no sense of decency.
Culture is a joke, everyone is dead inside.
Nothing is right anymore, as black coats my eyes I renounce it all.
Because we are brought up with blinders to know right from wrong, consequently well one man's morals are another man's bombs.
This world is filled with d**h and hate, this world's filled with hate.
And millions have died as a means to their end, and millions more will die as they seek their revenge, so I will rise above.
I can now rise above.