Empty eyes reflect the giving up - the end of rebellion 
A pale morbid shine is what is left of a once sworn 
strength 
Robot fascination for order plans every single step you 
make 
Huge smokestacks, built of any self that existed, smoke 
ashes of your pride 

The urge to live is dead 
The true formula of death 
Without showing a sense your world is a mistake 

An ache drags but is not felt 
As nothing is felt anymore 

Random has no meaning here 
Structure is god 
"Structured chaos" says the headline in the grey sky 
that slowly blurres in the dust of this, your world 

You think you think but it's just empty thoughts 
A head full of ideals of another 
In this world of whores 
you live the life of someone else 

A tone in a dissonant symphony is what we are 
A wheel in a machine that doesn't do what we want it to 
But who needs to care who sees our insignificance 
The fool cries while the seers tears already dried 

The belief in a false freedom 
Is upon the tied up 
The cage is set around you see it or not 
And the more golden it is the more narrow it becomes 

Are you in one of them? 

The belief in a false freedom 
Is upon the tied up 
the head full of ideals of another 
But who needs to care who sees our insignificance 
The fool cries while the seers tears already dried