Oh, behold
What a sight to see
A lethargic mass
In slumber they await
All high on hollow blessings
Living their artificial dreams
All the screens and city lights
Won´t brighten their dismal fears

Loyal servants of mediocracy
Nonautonomous men of labour
Just keep it all average and equal
In mindlessness
A usual fellow simply love to remain
Throw the dog a bone
It don´t need much more
For a copper coin one´s soul is to sell

Convince them
They are one of a kind
Don´t educate them, offer gadgets for free
And they will turn dumb, deaf and blind
Even without chains they´re slaves to me
Give them men in suits to loathe and adore
A common man´s self is wretched down to the core

Incompetent
To think, to speak and to live
There´s nothing left in the inside
In modern apathy
You sold your soul to a dream
You´re no longer able to decide
For youself

Not qualified to exist on your own
You seek for a shelter
Sheep rather gather in a flock

Autonomy gone
From own thoughts to none
Facing the blue screen of death

Incompetent
To think, to speak and to live
There´s nothing left in the inside
In apathy
You sold your soul to a dream

There´s nothing left in the inside
There´s nothing left to lose
Incompetent
To think, to speak and to live

You sold your soul to a dream
You sold your soul to a dream of the others

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