Paroles de Medium Black

It shines through my glorious past The miserable life I've been leading Trophies of capitalism Mark my ground As I march through my Medium black existence Feasting on my own utopia Starving my soul to death Willingly playing my role In this soul shattering void I call my life Slowly fading from all Consciousness of who I am Or what I was Becoming a numb puppet, A property of a rule A model I must fit into And give up myself