A strand of physical and spiritual pain This gross is getting heavier I grovel before life I'm an incarnation of modesty Always surrounded by commands
I'm not looking for freedom Cause l don't know what it means The system killed my personality I learned to lie and agree with everything Fear is with me always I wear a mask on my face constantly
The monotony of life doesn't bother me anymore I'm a machine to perform tasks The truth will always remain a mistery All the valves have died of natural causes
This gross is getting heavier I grovel before life l'm an incarnation of modesty Always surrounded by commands
The nation is a crowd of slaves Displacement and cunning that's the whole politics All the thought's, deeds, and emotions are under control The protector doesn't make mistakes He destroyed all the naive rebellious people Every resistance is without sense, without chance Without hope