Our children and swine, betrothed to the misery we have bequeathed Dressed to the nines in our failures, a pound of flesh, an ounce of sympathy
What have we become ? This monolith of moral isolation We are their "lords and masters" And we are their only hope With the still hearts in our chests How could we not be ashamed ?
The child and the sow cower beneath the separation As we tower above, void of indignation
This is the autonomous behemoth we have become Free from the weight of the conscience Free from pleas of those below
What have we become ? This monolith of moral isolation We are their "lords and masters" And we are their only hope With the still hearts in our chests How could we not be ashamed ?
This heart is cold This heart is dead This heart is oursTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
