You can't escape
Accept the strength and rise from death
Wake up sleeper live again

Your dignity's worth more than your master's suggest
Break the chains of objective creeds
Drown in an ocean of conformity

We are the people who have become idle
The !@%@s seeking bridles
We are the people who have become idle

And willing to make the descent
Disobey your masters, make then fear and tremble
Come anarchy, come ruin

No longer passive in social servitude
Come anarchy, come ruin
As we follow this path of destruction

As we wander this world without function
Turning blind eyes we consume the mass-production but will we make the descent as instructed
Our individuality has been choked under foot

Our idea of freedom has been surrendered
For the material possession that drives us
The very thing that controls us

Ideas of freedom have been surrendered
Disillusioned people accept the strength that comes through solitude.