This century came

To wipe out all man

To clear all diseases

and enforce...



Her own plastic fever

What can you say when your mouth is filled with shit

and your soul is enveloped with brands and tags?



"Shall we buy a new guitar?

Shall we try one more powerful car?"



Well

What can you say

When your eyes glare so bright

to the sight of your soul enveloped

And what can you say for your own defense



When nothing will change from my birth to my death



Man the last epidemic on earth



In cycles and circles

The ball will keep rolling

Your heart keeps on beating

for some reason



This century came

To wipe out all man

To clear all diseases

and enforce...



Her own plastic fever

What can you say when your mouth is filled with shit

and your soul is enveloped with brands and tags

An empty pulse

Not a trace of passion

still goes unheard

for the rest of the worms.