Artist: Absurd Minds Album: Unknown Title: The Gash The dirty town casts a cloud on us A blanket of smog like a sword of Damocles Mechanical moves People cannot smile Forcing my way through streets Leaving this monotony for a while We pile up money We love our cars Perverted age We need our wars Consumption, selfishness and hate We will never learn Stupidity, decay, lack of restraint We annihilate ourselves The civilisation is an experience A learning process But it's a trap Can you stop turning round the key And spitting out the exhaust fumes? If a sore bursts open you concentrate on it But do you know We are this gash People speak to God Most people speak to God Only in their final hour

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