Floods (into) the earthly inhabited underworld
Just for destruction
Absorbs digital processed bodies
But it's not for the best
The rotten (putrid) flesh by time
Leaving bones bones inside of you
Mother Earth won't wake up at sunrise
Who's gonna show you up
All the f*cking truth?
That the world at last
Will only swallow you
Not happy with the licence to kill
Locked up his peers
Created a system just to catch them
You have to will work
You'll consume
Always smile
On trash
Who's gonna care for you?
Two dreamers at most
Who's gonna murder you?
It's humanity
Visual polution
Defined radio
Armed forces of opinion
Remote control
You should try to escape
You should use your head
They're gonna find you out
Because they're following the trash