Cortisol

I used to dream when I was young But now, I don't feel a thing Cortisol is overloaded The rich don't care to think Our love, our home, our octopus Our vision, of the sun The woman is the whipping boy And the witch, is stoned to death

Feel the sun, lord See him dying

Free food, incubation, floating in the womb of love Shot out, in exaltation, catapulted in direction of The suit, the noose, assembled, by the goon Nature feeds the savagery And the human, moulds the brute

Feel the sun, see him dying Fear the sun, see him dying

"That's one small step for man One giant leap back to the drawing board"

Feel the sun, see him dying Fear the sun, see him dying Feel the sun, see him dying Fear the sun, see him dying