The dirty town casts a cloud on us

A blanket of smog like a sword of Damocles

Mechanical moves. people cannot smile

Forcing my way through streets

Leaving this monotony for a while

We pile up money. We love our cars

Perverted age. We need our wars

Consumption, selfishness and hate

We will never learn

Stupidity, decay, lack of restraint

We annihilate ourselves

The civilisation is an experience

A learning process

But it's a trap. can you stop turning round the key

And spitting out the exhaust fumes ?

If a sore bursts open you concentrate on it

But do you know - we are this gash

People speak to god, most people speak to god

Only in their final hour