Better Days Never Come

Buy their last [bad word] substitute
for life and try to find pleasure in consumption.
Work harder and faster for a career advancement,
dream to live the perfect life they
wave as a call to order...
Whats the purpose of life?
Slaves of their [bad word] green.
And were trying to fill the gap,
the gap of our senseless existences,
with dreams that are pure chimaeras.
Were all dead.
Still dreaming of a life
we know well never have,
contenting ourselves with easier
and second rate ways.
Obedience to the erected icons
of a so called better life,
forget their suffering,
climb on the back of your friends dead bodies.
And were trying to fill the gap,
the gap of our senseless existences,
with dreams that are pure chimaeras.
We know that we need to make a change,
that happiness is an utopia if were not in control of our lives and
whatever they might say,
their success and their blooming are just fake.