Toskovat - EDP Concentration

Today I remembered hypocrisy.

They sell us love, faith, forgiveness, blessings, distraction, dreams.
They sell everything if we are ready to buy it.

If it's hard to tell who "they" are,
Could it be because of us...
Everything we ever wanted was everything.

White-collar promises that the children follow,
a better tomorrow.
Only if you work for it.
For every single morning.

And I, waiting in the cold,
snow on the face, rye in the pocket,
hoping for answers from another time.

Society remains dying.
And we've killed it.
How should we console ourselves,
the murderers of all murderers?

Top notes: credit cards, snow, whiskey

Heart notes: dirty dollars, ink, candle wax

Base notes: green sacra resin, holy water, old confession room, priest's clothes, plastic bag