I am nothing
Torn seed in a dead city
Waltzing over houses, parks, clubs
Becoming one with darkness
Blend with sky-scrapers
Break-away from money-laundering

The Russian Mafia controls our cities
But who's controlling us?
Billions worthy for the same nobody
Mass-tyrants robbing our betrayal
Everybody becomes a product
And it pays to have a pricetag
What will we end up doing
Consuming out of forgotten menus
The blind ones are smelling blood
Drawn from their mothers' veins

Can we stop it?
Can we not buy and sell?
Why is everything so tangled
Why is everything so many-fold?

Fin