Thousands of slaves

Steadily build the pyramid

Get born inside die inside

Fight for the pyramid



Servants dominated

Dominators served

With a limit of expendability

Level of responsibility



Look high up

The top seems to end up nowhere

Yet it will eventually reach an end

Built to withstand the wrecks of time



Parents teach the pyramid

Perception of reality

Protection of descendants

Nothing else in truth



In the truth and the dreams

Of those who choose their way

Despise "that's the way things are"

Create from nothing



A gaze in the horizon is rejected

Attain a good position in the construction

Prepare yourself early guided

Define your functions



You cannot not belong

To the enormous babelic construction

How will you survive?

How will you protect yourself?



Yet what an irony

...So much blood and so much work

For the last establishment

Of a dead king



The success promised by the creators of nothing

Is a flashy grave for the dominator servants

(Dominators served)