Victims - Infected Rain

There is a leak in the boat we are in

A leak everybody is ignoring

Ignoring the storm, ignoring the thunder

We are going under

Because power pollutes whatever it touches

We are eaten by darkness

Darkness in our souls, in our pulsing veins

Devouring our brains

Whining echoes inside the eye of a hurricane

Are lifted from the ground in a brutal dance

Moving in slow motion, the rats are coming out again

Maggots and leeches take over, infesting this place

Guided by tyrants

Fooled by clowns

Someone under pressure folds, others get productive

Yet just a simple person with simple thoughts and needs

Can take control, avoiding being abducted

By others' illusive ideas and creeds

It’s all about perspective, about choices

Not about rumors and noises

It’s about the transition from dust to gold

We’ve been worshiping the wrong gods

Guided by tyrants

Fooled by clowns

We are playing victims, it’s feeble

It brought us to the bottom of the well

There is a leak