Imperfect mortals, bound by earthly instincts
That's what we all are, proud of our joy-sticks
Alone, both in birth and in death
We pretend to share all grief and sorrow
Without realizing what we're faced by tomorrow
Narcissistic, egotistic, saving our skin, pessimistic
Ejaculating assholes, poor lovers and our wet dreams realistic
The living dead while the fire in our hearts extinguished
Don't give a flying fuck until the real world's been vanished

Aram Stefanian

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