Coldness in my birth

Created by machinery

Old product but new form

Quality norms in its lowest level


In this factory of life

Fear made you as a man

Raped mother computer

Pain told you to follow


Burn from both ends

Burn to ashes

In the end of the line is you


Freedom no longer exist

Bound to these limits

Without your own will

You are dying to kill


No profit made out of you