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.