Technodeath

Decadent humanity
Running on edge of the abyss
Marching in a row
Like troops training
It's guided to another direction
It's used like a tool
Object of progress
Not a man, but just machine

Eight hours of work
Eight hours of prison
Eight hours are wasted
It's just technodeath

Castigated humanity
By men, by the gods
From one side corrupts
From other side diseases
There are doubts in their minds
Where is the real hell?
Maybe it's here on earth
So tell me where we're goin'