Killing for Killing Time - Esqarial

Come for more you hungry one

With drooped head you reach for more

Eagerness to satisfy your primitive senses

The stream of information turned into sea of madness

Another turnpike in the no-man's-land

We’re drowning in the absurd

Trying to count what’s simply surd

With white gloves we touch the dirt

Pleasant jingling works like lure

Wipe your screen dripping blood

To see your turned in grimace face

Cheap tricks to entertain us

Fresh meat for brainless masses

The closer is the precipice the more I quicken my pace

Neverending

Message sending

Without personality

No chance for self defending

Canned reality

Artificial tears

Vanity and greed

Make the wish

I ask you 'where's the limit

When can I forget about my pride.'

Let the show begin killing for killing time

Extorted taste, obedience

Affected laughter lasts too long

It’s like a snake-charmer that makes us all dance to his song

Murder in prime time who’s gonna resist

Temptation of being beholder

Watching through fingers yet public negation

The weapon is humiliation

You laugh at one’s faults but your screen is the mirror

Curiosity drives tide of the market

Creates cast to another performance

Boredom gives the chance of degeneration