As their fate is taken from their hands the shell remains intact
Cold and grey premature death
Responsibility belongs to someone else
Faith and speculation at most
Days amongst cold strangers
Nights with the droning cyclops
No Will left inside
Exceed to breathe and to die
Broken abortive wastes
Sycophantic parasites
Tools of the slave-gods
Vacant sedated swine
Swallow what you're fed
Live for convenience
With a head full of shit
Facilitate the regime of scum
You'll be the death of us all
You'll be the f*cking death of us all
No Will left inside
Exceed to breathe and to die
Broken abortive wastes
Sycophantic parasites
Sit, indebted to your luxury
Obeying your oppressors
Subservient dunce
Blissfully unaware
Clinging to your trinkets
Locked away in fear
Will you ever stand up for yourself?
Or will you die a spineless coward?