Conditioned inside and out to the point of no return to what we may have been without all this shit we were born into:
Poverty, depression, power and despair Conditioned inside and out to the point of no return by a world not crafted by hands of our own yet still we march in step to the cadence of its irregular beat The damage has been done
irreparable and all-encompassing Nature is as archaic word that could never explain this mess Worlds become obsolete like ideas and they won't have to burn the books when no one reads them anyway.