Heads of motionless men are bending
Over the receding ground
Useless hands are laid on knees
It will be so nice to shoo them down
Back to cruelty
Back to cruelty
Four these fat men cut off from real life
By connected filters set in line
Tone down the keenness of their sight
To dull just like a blunted knife
Back to cruelty when starvation is staged
Back to cruelty to make up for their tedious lives
Back to bruelty, back to cruelty
Outsides a run of coded pictures
They try to sort out once again
But truth slips out between their fingers
With the handling of these cards in vain
Back to cruelty
A word will never weep
Back to cuelty
A book will never bleed
Remember thoughts are a waste of time
That keep you from action and fight
Remember to think is to stare at oneself
Another way of staying deaf and blind
Back to cruelty
Get rid of cold white visions
Back to cruelty
They're through with emotions
Strike to make the fat men utter
Cries of hatred, cries of anger
Beat their flesh to shake them out
Of obscene sleep now let them shout
Back to cruelty
Back to cruelty
Don't stay behind your window
Don't kill your crawling shadow
That holds you to the floor