37 years of this

What a perfect time to live

2095 begins

Hope we make it to '96

What a perfect time to live

Waking up is surprising

While the levels are rising

We have nothing to look forward to

I miss the shade from trees

But all we have now are these

Towers to keep us buried into

They're afraid of us

They betrayed us

They've enslaved us

Betrayed us

37 years of this

What a prefеct time to live

2095 begins

Hopе we make it to '96