The mechanical heart, it beats
Underneath this rainy sky
The machines produce more and

More
People without dreams, losers


Every day we encounter
Their letargic faces


The compulsion of their
Responsibilities
And the loss of their wishes

We flee, without chance

Eventually it will catch us

And we have to admit to ourselves
That there is no way out
Back to the grey of the streets


We fight ourselves through the
Masses


This city shall die with us
For a better life, a better

Tomorrow