Morbo

She's Surfing The Web,
In The Arms Of Hedonism
Unchaining Her Thoughs,
Greedy For The Forbidden
He's Chasing The Morbid,
The Hidden, A Prism
To Look Underground,
The Sick And The Twisted

In The Light Of The Day,
The Humans Look Good,
But Within The Closets,
We Are Far From A Clue,
And Within The Ghosts
Of A Rotten Society,
The Slavery Of Pleasure
Is Eroding The Mindfields...

She's Trying To Reduce
The Weight Of Her Body,
All That Comes Out Is She's Feeling Nobody
He's Looking The Doctor To Increase His Manhood,
And Looking Junk Mail, So Belittled, So Doomed

As We Walk Standing Tall, Head High Prided With Style,
All Mankind Hides Up Something Beneath All Smart Talks
Within The Heels Of A Modern Society,
The Lack Of Self Esteem Is Encoding Our Anxiety

Seek The Forbidden,
Find A New Way
Disguise The Disfunctional,
Like You Are Acting A Play

All Of This Is Nonsense,
And All Of This Is Fake,
Its A Party Of Masked People,
Like In Edgar Allan's Tale
And The More We Try To Hide It,
Realize There's Risk Within,
Cuz Like Disasters In The Story
Red Masked Death Is Also Here...