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



Credits
Writer(s): Oliver Hugh Perry
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