Clones of clones All common enemies Working against one another for a common goal A race enslaved, institutionalized Held down by the iron chains they forged with their own hands
Blind all their eyes And teach them to Do as they're told Do not ask why Mute all their thoughts And quiet their wills Increase the damage Kill what makes humans animals There is no room for instinct
Bred to follow years of tradition Meant to excel, but never to exceed
Blind all their eyes And teach them to Do as they're told Do not ask why Mute all their thoughts And quiet their wills Increase the damage Kill what makes humans animals There is no room for instinct
Further the degradation to our minds All in the effort of advancing mankind
Listen to the words Pay attention Be all you can be Within the limits Follow all the rules Disobey them, Live your life in captivity
The world is getting smaller Its every man for himself Carry with you a blade and a smile And only strike when the back is turned
Only strike when the back is turned Such are the rules for success
The world is getting smaller Its every man for himself Carry with you a smile and a dagger And only strike when the back is turned
Only strike when the back is turned Such are the rules for success
When a man is asked to abandon All that he was given from birth There can only be one result And that is total conformity of the soulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
