Two or maybe three years ago
Me, a sudden sense of futility

Don't you ever think about what will be your position in this society?
Don't you ever think about the fact that everyone decides to get rid of anything could set them free?

We were born under the same Sun

Don't you ever think about how lucky we are
While someone wants you to waste your gift

In our homes, in our beds
The taste of loneliness in our hearts

Through the streets, a cold abomination made of flesh keeps yelling
Smile, buy, as soon as you're not pleasing my dirty needs

Don't you ever think about how lucky we are
While someone wants you to waste your gift
In our homes, in our beds the taste of loneliness

And we all keep looking down
A moltitude of beings that suffers

We spend our lives in the name of the profit but they call it progress anyway
Even rebellion has become a standard
Don't leave it be

We were born under the same Sun and we all keep looking down
A moltitude of beings that suffers alone

We were born under the same Sun