The infernal machine that has swallowed our lives continues to devour until the last forest has been cut down and its remains have been paved with concrete It keeps our minds in their cages and our knees to the sand our heads bown low, to obey the icons of its authority Authority it stacks from the poisoned soil to a sky so tainted and blackened that we can hardly see the sun While we descend deeper and depper into this never ending void of structures injected with the daily dosis of labour and grief From the first breath we take to the last move we make we?re under surveillance, always fearing the worst and hiding in collective defeat Hiding from those hunting down our dreams, as if they were trophies to expose their lifeless forms on blood-red neon signs.