Testo Disease Of Modern Times

Sitting in my room, I feel so miserable
So alone
I think about dear people
They're all behind the wall
Spending my nights beside a square light
Refreshing the same page for the hundred time
My eyes are bleeding but the sight is tight
There's no more laughter in this place
It's no more a trait of human race
Nothing buys and nothing knows
What silence built & what it's destroyed
Sometimes it comes for me
Disease of the modern times
It destroys me from inside
Disease of the modern times