I cant see honesty, I’m death to rationality and tasteless of humility in a society careless of solidarity.

Those are things I breathe but my mind isn’t at ease, until others will see.

See that you and me, cogs in a western machine, a machine of elites and mini-malls. A machine where these

things I breathe are a missed call.

A machine that mass-produces fear, apathy, bliss and power by fists.

This machine lies everyday, trying to make it in any way.

Scared of our own potential, we’re only living up to credentials.

These lies are simple, simple is bliss, and bliss is something that I wouldn’t miss.

Be happy without action, impossible when there are no signs of mere satisfaction.

The store works in a mysterious way, if you’re not in line, you’ll still pay.

Illuminate free choice, nothing matters except their voice.

Irrational workers run the show, don’t pay attention, pay the bills, making you’re ambition in life to cope.

Irrationality repeats it self, another choice without decision, it leads to more division with no signs of precision.

The buyer tries to reason, even when they notice no change in the season.

Blunt indications of corruption, but we only put up with them.

Told to not care about him, her or me, walking straight out of sympathy.

Keep you’re apathy out of my humility, I view life as an infinite responsibility.

It’s their problem not mine, don’t pay respects just pay the fine.

Taught to practice selfishness towards everything; while we breed a civilization of stagnation with no signs of

salvation.

Solidarity is what I want tonight, but it won’t be found, not until we’re underground. One of these days we’re

going take it too far, one more person, one more soul, one more cult.

One more primitive mindset to kill us all, it doesn’t matter what you think matters more, endless killing will fix

this uneven score.

Humanity is waiting in line at a movie theater to watch a western machine fall.

Solidarity is another missed call.