Soul Prolapse - Hybrid

From nine to five

Drugged by your greed

Forced by the mass

Don’t ask, don’t questions

Walk together to the slaughter house

Disassembling human chain

Where they absorb your soul

And provide trioxin 245

Your dose of pleasure and greed,

supreme goal of your existence

So you can continue building the iron colossus

So you can continue building Babylon

So you can follow inside the gear

Where they convert you to mindless robots

Blinded by the needs of success and social prestige

To belong to a group, of being accepted

Unskilled workers handled by media

Programmed by the great screen

Cowardly pets of the system

Prophets of the mass doctrine

Herd of hedonists eating like rotten vultures

The meat sacrificed to the false idols

Without encouragement and feelings

Surrounded by the spiral routine

Heartless that crawl to the entropy