Fury کے بول

Reaching for the end, I wouldn't hold my breath Smothered thoughts, all alike, machine-like beings walk on by ...through smoulderning remains... Scorched by flames, from the burning cold Mental ice-age, reality postponed When all is said and done, what will be left of you? All signs point toward regression None show the width of their obsession ...the undeniable trurh... So weak, so forgotten and so forfeit Without conscience and without faith No beliefs to call your own, their origin remains unknown No equality in present day There's been no progress made You're still here to produce and to consume No equality in present state There's been no progress made And we're all still their slaves Shocking truth, deliverer of pain Better start to move, dun't just sit down and drown in shame ...of not doing anything... When the seas calm down But only then will our fury finally sleep Until then this whip will deal out its lashes constantly No equality in present state There's been no progress made And we're all still their slaves And we're all still their slaves