society

Марк Щебельский
Where are you looking God?
Our society is like a piece of rot
We are almost dead and mostly blind
Help us, we want to survive

This is a voice of the voiceless peoples
This is a noise of the noiseless voice
These mouths can’t create ripples
This is like a Hobson's choice

But you have totally turned from us
You don’t care you just lie on the grass
You play with your toys and slaver
You are stupid kid and not a savior

This is a voice of the voiceless peoples
This is a noise of the noiseless voice
These mouths can’t create ripples
This is like a Hobson's choice

You take no action and give no protection
So you can look like a crowd of morons
build the new creation of nation generation
they will revive new Sodoms and Gomorrahs