The hammer slams to your heartbeat Who's the master who's your guide Systems inbred and perverted Advertising, selling lies Clock keeps ticking till it's over Someone's standing in your line Grabbing hands are on the table Feed. Consume. Until you die.
Work. Work Work. Work We're lost inside metropolis Work, work We're lost inside metropolis The judge between our hand and our brain must be the heart Work, work
The mind is trained to be stable Swallowing constructed lies Constant noise keeps you from dreaming There's no place for you to hide Can we remember where we come from When the walls are painted grey Alll the colors that we long for Guarded outside of our cage
Work, work We're lost inside metropolis Work, work We're lost inside metropolis The judge between our hand and our brain must be the heart Work, work
Girl: I hold a heart and a crowbar In my right and my left hand To build a world and a kingdom With every woman and every man Where rays of light reaches darkness Where everyone will understand That we are all and all is conscious That we are here to make a stand
We're lost inside metropolis Work and work and work and work We're lost inside metropolis The judge between our hand and our brain must be the heart
We're lost inside metropolis Work. Work. (Work and work and work and work) We're lost inside metropolis The judge between our hand and our brain must be the heartTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
