Who do you think you are? Who do you think you will become in the end? What are you living for? Whom do you see yourself, who’s the one you pretend? No, you don’t have a name You’re just a number among faceless people’s crowd Life is not fair game Soon you will see that you hate what you’ve become!
Lost generation of broken and empty beings Living for nothing and drowning in endless sins You’re don’t even try to be something real Living in dead society of your dream!
What are looking at? Sitting like zombie in front of your TV screen Sex, drugs and rock-n-roll… Are only things that are filling your empty dreams No, you don’t even want Just to become that something that’s more then you… Animal you were born You always do just like others around you do…