This cut-throat society develops
To a sterile complex
Where we all have to beat at each other
And you're talking about progress?
Sterility is a sad part of this society
Your name is replaced by an ID-number
Personality is just a part of your DNA
The statistics contain your retina-structure
But there's no one
Who has ever seen your real face
Powerless and prisoned
In a superficial system
We have to work
Like machines and consume goods
To further the production
And the income of governing industries
And when your time is over
You'll become unnecessary
Social sterility is a sad part of this
Cut-throat society
But if you seriously try to escape
You must be tired of life