A World Lost

Fifty years ago the culture was defined Symbols of strength, symbols of culture The boundaries well observed between conformity and rebellion But in present day, they have been distorted There is no clear defined symbol of rebellion In a modern corperately manufactured world There is still a depth to darkness There is still a fear of the night There is still a primal terror It's coming to get you, coming to kill you I still believe in the dark magics I still believe in the coming storn I still know within my being You are not safe, no one is safe Mass produced and mediocre, there is no vision Shitting all over the ones who came before The archetypes of the past have all but lost their meaning Watered down messages from watered down minds Destroying the meaning of the art that was created Dull thoughts and dull people shuffle around like zombies