Symptoms of a Common Sickness - Black Therapy

Worn out in time is the thought of every man

Is their money worth more than these shutdown heads?

Every man creates is own cage

This is the only way to escape it all!

This is the worst of all epidemics

These negligence and indifference make mankind a virus

I feel I’m Dying!

I’ll just lie down on the ground, my body will be manure for the earth

Yet it’s death that saves us everytime, that’s the only way to forgive The

mistakes of a whole life!

Honor is now just a past-bound word

We cannot define ourselves humans anymore

I wish I was the wind tickling leaves on that smooth sound Accompanying me to

madness