The infernal machine that has swallowed our lives
continues to devour until the last forest has been cut down
and its remains have been paved with concrete
It keeps our minds in their cages and our knees to the sand
our heads bown low, to obey the icons of its authority
Authority it stacks from the poisoned soil to a sky so tainted
and blackened that we can hardly see the sun
While we descend deeper and depper into this never ending void of structures injected with the daily dosis of labour and grief
From the first breath we take to the last move we make
we?re under surveillance, always fearing the worst and hiding in collective defeat
Hiding from those hunting down our dreams, as if they were trophies to expose their lifeless forms on blood-red neon signs.
