Paroles de Technodeath

Decadent humanity Running on edge of the abyss Marching in a row Like troops training It's guided to another direction It's used like a tool Object of progress Not a man, but just machine Eight hours of work Eight hours of prison Eight hours are wasted It's just technodeath Castigated humanity By men, by the gods From one side corrupts From other side diseases There are doubts in their minds Where is the real hell? Maybe it's here on earth So tell me where we're goin'