Markets of hours and I am supposed to respect
Victims of a world in which they can't see are led
Higher you are valued, the higher you're being sold
What you must pay is not what you must always get
Secret lights forced to design your alive formed slaves
The whole world has turned in barrows of clouded caves
Forever ordered the way you must talk and look
Struggling to become a chapter to your damn book
But the wheels don't stop turning
Not as long as we are dead
And the times that forsake us
Will all hark back again
Never felt the cost of their fest
Day by day they burn the rest
Will our higher level be taken by force?
We will run out of power, we won't feel remorse
All that we have lived for, but won't comprehend
That no matter prestige we are all equal as dead
They are sure that we don't
Have the balls to tear
Down their f*ckin' walls so
Tear them down once and for all
Forms have taken over old melodies
Markets sell what you're supposed to feel
You are a slave to what you have said
And you keep the handles of all you have left unsaid
But the wheels don't stop turning
Not as long as we are dead
And the times that forsake us
Will all hark back again
Never felt the cost of their fest
Day by day they burn the rest
Fall every day and
More nonetheless
Conform what we've achieved, will be taken by force