Regurgitated Lullaby for the Born Dead
Prowling along the edge of misery.
Suffocating on hope of better days.
Questioning minds fed with the myth of opportunity.
Born-dead: Death at birth.
Unwanted: Still essential.
Exploited: As they want.
Born-Dead: But shall rise.
Destiny chosen by fortunate ones, wounded for life.
Slavery for the shut mouths.
Mortification for majority.
So that masters.
Keep sleeping in.
Their castles built of gold.
A child's dream, nothing but dreams,
Will soon start to burn and turn to ashes.
The production equation doesn't bring wealth.
For everyone, a thing to benefit the fortunate ones/empowered ones. Awake the born dead.
Suffocating on hope of better days.
Questioning minds fed with the myth of opportunity.
Born-dead: Death at birth.
Unwanted: Still essential.
Exploited: As they want.
Born-Dead: But shall rise.
Destiny chosen by fortunate ones, wounded for life.
Slavery for the shut mouths.
Mortification for majority.
So that masters.
Keep sleeping in.
Their castles built of gold.
A child's dream, nothing but dreams,
Will soon start to burn and turn to ashes.
The production equation doesn't bring wealth.
For everyone, a thing to benefit the fortunate ones/empowered ones. Awake the born dead.