You gotta see this world
We are living in conspiracy
That makes us feel alive
With a lot of excuses
We feel pain and love
And all the things are coming to an end
I'm going to mars
We are f*cking ants
Slaves of work for the sustenance of our little f*cking lives
We're commanded by bastard grasshoppers
Who think they have power in us
Putting causes of integrity, environment, religion, war
That makes us suffocate