All the acid tongues get to breathe
It's in the lines they weave, but not me
So push the pacifist in the ring
And watch the cruel display
This is not utopia, this is a sentence
Isolation, medication
Alienatin, freak out
Hold on to the dream
And push the truth away
Lower your defences and you're just a piece of meat
Searching for communion in the likes that I have never seen
Egos they rise in the air. Godlike in motion, they levitate
Oh they invite you to play, drag you from grace
Among the whores, among the thieves
I serve godless machines
Cia taip kaip Uzkalniui duot pavertint koncervus & lasinius & pashteta ( aisku su uogiene) kur undermenshai valgo jei piggiai randa. Ar nenukentes Sahja morale?