We walk in empty cities
Like snails without a shell
Our houses built by others
No knows their names
We try to find each other
Until we are lost

Generation after generation
We all go to nowhere
No past, no future, no sky
Just troubles, products, consumption
Our lives controlled by mindless machines
Producing food and money
Making us insane
Demons of media mass-production

This is the nadir of civilization
Does anybody know the enemy
We walk in streets, squares, alleys
Others forgotten, crushed, trampled
Under foot of timeless brainwash
No question, no escape
Historians look out for the mob!