Poisoned faces on the streets
Watching your misery
Willingness to dominate
They try to hang a leash

Prisoners of reality
Blinded by religion
Scared by the shout
Of revolution

Black vermin like a plague
They're shouting empty words
But dumb nations bow to them
Burn them all in fucking hell

Generation of the plastic puppets
Steered by the tool of propaganda
Without the courage
Without the power

They meekly run toward death
Death machines crush the bones
Spitting out the human scum
This world must finally burn

Prisoners of reality
Blinded by religion
Scared by the shout
Of revolution