The screaming child smiles.
As the dizzy society.
Walks the spinning ground.
Waiting for freedom,
which is rapidly diminishing.
The sights of the wicked,
are rising around us.

The aroused man smiles.
He watches the swarming fantasy.
His erect happiness is blinding.
The joyful theft of his life,
which is dawning for surprise.
The sights of the wicked,
are rising around us.

The oppressed woman smiles.
On her back she serves her man.
She degrades her deep desires.
She paints her tears away.
She endures a happy slavery.
The sights of the wicked,
are rising around us.

The wicked has taken over.
Their will is here, we are dead.