Who is deciding for us? Who took control?
Invented our gods, invented our laws,
This system, perpetual machine,
breaks our legs and drinking blood
from our bruised knees.

This system engenders diversities through discriminations, wars and accusations
Existence became a property and feelings are reduced to a mere calculation

Piles of observant corpses, our souls are long time gone
Lost in the nothingness, on a path that’s still unknown

This system engenders diversities through discriminations, wars and accusations
Existence became a property and feelings are reduced to a mere calculation

We produce, we are profit, we’re just naive gears
Do we still want to be part of this engine which harvests
Death, sickness, decay and abominations
Do we still want to be part of this engine that left us hopeless


We produce, we are profit, we’re just naive gears

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