From early mornings And till the nights Your problems don t let You see the light You have forgotten The childhood dreams They re not attached to Your present schemes You're serving something You cannot feel It needs sacrifices - So you Kneel It always speaks with Your chief s same voice Commands and threats Assume no choice It s your sacred slavery The place you reclaim Worship you salary It's always the same - the highest aim Faces disguising Under black suits Are falling and rising In this pursuit Faces are gleaming Prestigious cars Tired of screaming Sitting in bars Mind overloaded Exhausted nerves Almost exploded Of all these sirs Laughing and joking Tasting your tie Mo time for smoking The aims are high