1. BIRTH CONTROL MANIFESTO

Don't they hear the infinite echo of our profound scorn?
Wrecking our faith in human kind by their vacuity.
Famine is mental and they believe they have their fill.
Nothing to gain, nothing to save, our generations's lost.
While nobody wants to bear its cross,
We must carry the weight of their failures as daily burdens.
I see degeneration spreads through the streets like rats.
Your lives are nothing more than simulacras and masquerades.
Blacken the pages of history books.
In memory of our innocences stolen too early.
For these constant frustrations.
Thrones will never be ours. Our heads will fall before.

And those people should not be listened to who keep saying the voice of the people is the voice of god,
Since the riotousness of the crowd is always very close to madness.


2. ANCHORITE

Tomorrow morning is already an utopia.
Remember that even if my knees are used to bruises
I will never totally heal.
Feeling like a beggar imploring for hope,
Coldly choked by the hands of your dogmas.
It's always the same story, again and again.
Only the protagonists change.
With always the same end. This dead end.
I just wanted to find serenity. Once and for all.
And as I can't rise, I need to withdrawn.