A strand of physical and spiritual pain
This gross is getting heavier
I grovel before life
I'm an incarnation of modesty
Always surrounded by commands
I'm not looking for freedom
Cause l don't know what it means
The system killed my personality
I learned to lie and agree with everything
Fear is with me always
I wear a mask on my face constantly
The monotony of life doesn't bother me anymore
I'm a machine to perform tasks
The truth will always remain a mistery
All the valves have died of natural causes
This gross is getting heavier
I grovel before life
l'm an incarnation of modesty
Always surrounded by commands
The nation is a crowd of slaves
Displacement and cunning that's the whole politics
All the thought's, deeds, and emotions are under control
The protector doesn't make mistakes
He destroyed all the naive rebellious people
Every resistance is without sense, without chance
Without hope