Topix Underground

We all know that, well, except the Greeks.

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I am sick of it all

Coldhearted women caress me,
Dishonest friends flatter me,
All those bastards
Are polluting the streets,
In this city that has been torn in two,
I am sick of them.

And tell me it's worth a damn,
Those bureaucrats,
Who zealously follow the rules,
Manipulating the crowds to dance,
And the history senseless repeats,
I'm bored.

And what would we lose without them all,
The Europeans, the proponents,
What is there to know,
They only want to fill their bellies,
Clerks, fools, slaves,
I am sick of them.

And the teachers indoctrinating the youth,
Breaking the spirit of the pupils,
Each flag aims at
Achieving ideal submissiveness,
Of the brave minds,
And receive ideal obedience,
I am sick of them.

And the proverbial average man,
Never profits but endlessly suffers,
accustomed to all kinds of dirt,
As long as he’s fed
And there’s no revolutions in his mind,
I'm bored.

And the poets with sweaty palms,
Praise the country for the sacrifice,
With no heartfelt lyrics,
Serving the wise men of the state, who rise slogans,
Like slippery eels they have sold out,
I am sick of them.

And the poets with sweaty palms,
Praise the country for the sacrifice,
With no heartfelt lyrics,
Serving the wise men of the state, who rise slogans,
Like slippery eels they have sold out,
 I am sick of them.
Like slippery eels they have sold out,
I'm sad.

"..When they turn the pages of history
When these days have passed long ago
Will they read of us with sadness
For the seeds that we let grow?
We turned our gaze
From the castles in the distance
Eyes cast down
On the path of least resistance
Cities full of hatred
Fear and lies
Withered hearts
And cruel, tormented eyes
Scheming demons
Dressed in kingly guise
Beating down the multitude
And scoffing at the wise
The hypocrites are slandering
The sacred halls of truth
Ancient nobles showering
Their bitterness on youth
Can't we find
The minds that made us strong?
Oh, can't we learn
To feel what's right and what's wrong? What's wrong
Cities full of hatred
Fear and lies
Withered hearts
And cruel, tormented eyes
Scheming demons
Dressed in kingly guise
Beating down the multitude
And scoffing at the wise
Whoa, can't we raise our eyes
And make a start?
Can't we find the minds
To lead us closer to the heart?.."