Letra de Crisis

Eyes without the bright of knowledge inside Mankind gives birth to only zombies Animated by the Great Power of senses Glittering screens, violence and blood Perverted sex, fashion and slogans Ideals for youth Unused freedom in their hands Pocket-money to spend on junks Money-grubbing, aimless bawling Immense drudging in intense stress Ideals for parents Contradictory restrictions Spoiling in rotation with strictness Giving no motivations We're killing generations Living standard is only compensation Given for the loss of the meaning of life As organized events are only compensation Given for the loss of the common sense Burnt brains, aimless empty eyes Wealth's the key, abundance in lies Strolling youth Sorrowful truth Of an indifferent world of selfishness Having an end in itself Giving no motivations We're killing generations.