Every man is meant to look for himself, Uselessly, destroying his inborn freedom He's programmed with an endless mistake, Written in his DNA design He hates himself for what they did to him, Something he's not able to see Crucify your ideals and pierce through your soul Make yourself a beast, You can get rid of the sorrow of being a man Crushed by some selfish identity's i nfluence You're the prototype of all conventional human beings You've lost your perfection inside You'll never stop thinking Forced to follow the darkest path You're trained to play the programmed plan That will never be more useless Passers and machines grip your neck And you'd be more than a machine Born not to be saved by... Concealed in your frustration, Drown in your tears, In the original contamination Of fears and pains belonging to the human structure You've bred a different self, Repeating your mistake, in despair A barren evolution Searching the insane archetype And you feel you can't reach it Your mind, programmed by pain Is a perfect machine You can't deceive it Until the end... "...to justify your existence with self destruction, Bled by loss of life. We're passers-by in this world that refuses us Death and suffering all around us... "