Blind and cold profession
Machines, function, forgetting
Stare, ignore, tradition
Feed, digest, inquisition
Rot
Lifeless shell living by the code
Packed in a shelf
Who archives the most is worth more than anybody else?
Give me a break! What's the deal with so called wealth?
Buy, take, eat
Accept these lies, repeat
Day by fucking day
Let me step out of this life
Can't take the pressure any more night
A decent living? It is the death in disguise
Wish to grow some wings and finally I fly
And leave this dump alone knowing it rots
But when the light of a new day
Comes crashing in and I see the ruins of Moloch
My last wish was please die!