Being ignorant, indifferent to the stimuli Blinded by the convenience and pleasure Not recognizing the important things You refrain from any effort
Instead of going against the tide, you follow the crowd Killing the sensitivity and thinking Being a slave to his own limitations You'll never understand the meaning of existence You`ll always be a part of daily mass products
Bleeding hearts, drown hope In the depths of primitive reflexes Weeping over the grave of empathy A rope around the neck of the idea of understanding
Smother it in you, Delete this yoke of mental slaveryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
