This century came
To wipe out all man
To clear all diseases

and enforce...

Her own plastic fever

What can you say when your mouth is filled with %#@!
and your soul is enveloped with brands and tags?


"Shall we buy a new guitar?
Shall we try one more powerful car?"


Well
What can you say
When your eyes glare so bright

to the sight of your soul enveloped
And what can you say for your own defense


When nothing will change from my birth to my death

Man the last epidemic on earth


In cycles and circles
The ball will keep rolling

Your heart keeps on beating
for some reason


This century came
To wipe out all man
To clear all diseases

and enforce...

Her own plastic fever

What can you say when your mouth is filled with %#@!
and your soul is enveloped with brands and tags
An empty pulse

Not a trace of passion
still goes unheard
for the rest of the worms.