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