all saints masturbation policy

We are all saints masturbation policy
We are a bad
joke
A generation of illusions
Or anything else
The sun won’t raise,it doesn’t suppose to
As it wasn’t paid
The nightingale doesn’t sing anymore
It’s drunk
The colours have been stolen,
They only left grey
All around just machines
It’s no fun being alive but death
is not a warranty of happines neither
Fortune or misfortune
It doesn’t matter
It’s just as unfair as
Almost
anything else