Our world is stinking hole
In bum of universe
The truth somebody stole
Decay in bloody curse
The corpses walk on streets
They think they"re still alive
The wounded Earth"s heart bleeds
The righteous do deprive
The feelings" trampled, ripped
The person is programmed
We"re processed and we"re chipped
We"re in cocoon, we farmed
And we devour ourselves
We"re almost dead, self-killed
We bury minds, not health
Mind"s mummified and pilled...