Fed from the hand No seat at the table You drink from the plan Direct from the cable No place to stand Just curled in your cradle Your calcified gland Replaces your navel Distractions demand You eat the whole plateful Tasting so bland Existence so shameful Gripping the sand Resistance is fatal This world's a sham Fuck your tower of babel Crucify your eyes For what you see Outside With our lies That try To conjure this reality To conjure this reality I deny Crucify reality Crucify reality Fed from the brand Your purchase the fable You think for the man As part of his stable Obeying his plan Mundane and faithful In constant remand So inescapable Existence so dammed From fathers betrayal Never expand Existence so shameful Gripping the sand Resistance is fatal This world's a sham Fuck your tower of babel Crucify your eyes For what you see Outside With our lies That try To conjure this reality To conjure this reality I deny Crucify reality Crucify reality Imperial hate Wet with venom Self-deciet The perfect weapon Rusted gates No momentum Open wounds to disconnection Fear is your God Fear is our God Bow to the law of his almighty fraud Fear is our God Bow to the law of his almighty fraudTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
