Ten thousand moons above the asphalt and toxic fog Organic mass split walls of concrete and iron blocks Extinction of species is caused by insanity Of geniuses of past… I hate our home
Wherever I live – I am dead The city wants me to become An armless fly in spider-net Just one of billions of this kind
Whatever I do – I feel bad This system wants me to become An armless fly in spider-net I want to creep, to go, to run away
I am strong, I am man But I still can’t find the exit My dispair, lack of air Makes me quintessence of hatred
The nature is enemy, it’s extra in concrete chain Green colour does not fit official suits
We have come to this world To rule over biosphere But with sardonic smiles of Lords Merely rot in concrete prison
We are proud of what we do, we’re sure it’s progress Computers and machines… I hate them all