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!