08 - Overbade (A Social Berserker)

Go back to when
You felt your strength
Return to what
You call triumph
Remind yourself
Of things neglected
As you’re now
Alone - rejected

Stamped by majority, Exiled from society

It all began
Nine years ago
One simple man
Just found some gold
Two tons of ore [bad word] of dollars
Corrupting him
Who wears a collar

Stamped by majority
Exiled from society

No need to work
No need to pray
Enjoying life
With no dismay
One always has
What others need
But clever ones
Keep truth concealed

Stamped by majority, Exiled from society

It was a surprise for him
Silenced and fastened to a chair he got castrated
Tongue and fingers violently cut off
And all the money taken

Now, with no means left to express his cry of madness
He’s standing on the rooftop waiting for the wind to blow
No one would believe, had he a slightest chance to spread this
His life [bad word] him so hard he wants his death to be no slow

Is that enough
Of pain to stand
No man’s that tough
To meet the end
With smiling eyes
But not to bend
If you’re so dumb
You’re overbade

Stamped by majority, Exiled from society
Stamped! Stamped! Stamped!
Exiled! Exiled! Exiled!
Exiled!