Cortisol - D.D Dumbo

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 a 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