Every man is meant to look for himself,
Uselessly, destroying his inborn freedom
He's programmed with an endless mistake, Written in his DNA design
He hates himself for what they did to him,
Something he's not able to see
Crucify your ideals and pierce through your soul
Make yourself a beast,
You can get rid of the sorrow of being a man
Crushed by some selfish identity's i nfluence
You're the prototype of all conventional human beings
You've lost your perfection inside
You'll never stop thinking
Forced to follow the darkest path
You're trained to play the programmed plan
That will never be more useless
Passers and machines grip your neck
And you'd be more than a machine
Born not to be saved by...
Concealed in your frustration,
Drown in your tears,
In the original contamination
Of fears and pains belonging to the human structure
You've bred a different self,
Repeating your mistake, in despair
A barren evolution
Searching the insane archetype
And you feel you can't reach it
Your mind, programmed by pain
Is a perfect machine
You can't deceive it
Until the end...
"...to justify your existence with self destruction,
Bled by loss of life.
We're passers-by in this world that refuses us
Death and suffering all around us... "