Lyrics

Would You Dream

In a stratum

between absolute zero

and burning flames

 

Our existence

drained of life

by our way of living

 

Escape, disconect

transmute, reload

seek shelter

in the machine

 

Without pain

without hunger

without wishes

Would You dream? 

 

 

Plague

 

The profit is decreasing

You'r not needed anymore

You can pack your things

and go home

 

The wheels of production

loses it's momentum

The needs of the masses

are ignored

 

Wheat and corn

are going up in flames

Destruction

is the solution

 

A call for a leader

a call for order

a call for an enemy

is rising

 

Hate and turmoil

is plaguing the land

Freedom of speech is

buried

 

The profit is decreasing

You'r not needed anymore

a call for an enemy

is rising