When we came to life, the future was already paved. When we first came to life, instead of a name a number Nice jobs, big studies is what our parents wished Same for our government, the more money we'll make, The more money they'll get They want you addicted to drugs you don't need Hypochondria you feed the pharmaceutical companies On the check board survival is the only goal We fight our way through society Overwhelmed there's no future Annihilating the superstructure we could avoid Bring bound to servitude Without change the bodies will pile up faster than a bushfire Inside the wasted youth the fire still burn That's what happens when you're condemned to serveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
