Из альбома: Roadmap of Pain
Coldness in my birth
Created by machinery
Old product but new form
Quality norms in its lowest level
In this factory of life
Fear made you as a man
Raped mother computer
Pain told you to follow
Burn from both ends
Burn to ashes
In the end of the line is you
Freedom no longer exist
Bound to these limits
Without your own will
You are dying to kill
No profit made out of you