Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you will become in the end?
What are you living for?
Whom do you see yourself, who’s the one you pretend?
No, you don’t have a name
You’re just a number among faceless people’s crowd
Life is not fair game
Soon you will see that you hate what you’ve become!
Lost generation of broken and empty beings
Living for nothing and drowning in endless sins
You’re don’t even try to be something real
Living in dead society of your dream!
What are looking at?
Sitting like zombie in front of your TV screen
Sex, drugs and rock-n-roll…
Are only things that are filling your empty dreams
No, you don’t even want
Just to become that something that’s more then you…
Animal you were born
You always do just like others around you do…