Biases of my reason melt down With your mindless being and steadiness pieces Merge with my inner worthless rage Carefully ill-forged manikins Not able to reach their own aims Empty skins in old dry lands But they force us to look and act Empty dolls carefully arranged Sick lost brains repeat wind sounds To serve is not our desire But we'd better endure What they cede us till we lose our whole life Completing the song with a handful of gold Offering us a simple life without overcoming or showdowns Better engender, lock yourself, don't evaluate And your little circle, subdue them So you can never look out and scream Carefully ill-forged manikins Not able to reach their own aims Not able to reach their own aims Sick lost brains repeat wind sounds To serve is not our desire But we'd better endure What they cede us till we lose our whole life There was a moment when you could stop But your emotional intransigence always penetrates more and more You leave me static with your vanity. Yes, your vanity! You turn my rigour into the ailment of the past