Ordinary Story

egoism dictates human relations a world where fashion outshines morality Here success is written in blood-red colours designed by the thirst for power gather the faithful and propose a toast to the epoch of indifference an all too ordinary story with aftertaste so bitter forced to be someone I don’t want to be I’m losing myself, sinking deeper down I’m caught in the world wound web a time represented by the void an excuse without content suck in the abyss of existence with a content void of excuse an all too ordinary story this is my story with an aftertaste so bitter sinking deeper down I’m caught – I’m cage I’m gone