| Born into this nothingness | |
| With the sole goal - to succeed | |
| Life hangs by a single thread | |
| As we are trying not to feel | |
| But to gather all we can | |
| Out of proportion to our need | |
| To hide within our deepest nests | |
| And to never ever give | |
| Dead faces | |
| Breathing though it's meaningless | |
| Aggravated existence | |
| From dusk to dawn you swim in shit | |
| Your only skill's persistence | |
| So you gather all you can | |
| Out of proportion to our need | |
| To hide within your deepest nests | |
| And to never ever give | |
| We're robbing | |
| We're rotting | |
| We're hurting | |
| We're feeling | |
| At last we feel |