Now hear me: 'I call you dead!'
Without sense your Life is sad...
Emotionless is syllogism,
Because you're just a mechanism!

Your calculation was so clear:
My work: make money everywhere!
Just be likewise as all around -
It must have sort of sense, no doubt!

The years go by, but nothing changes:
In Great Machine you're still a cog,
How closely in this framework!
For lost lifetime you must revenge.

Once you wake up and understand:
Without sense your Life is sad!
Emotionless is syllogism,
Because you're just a mechanism!

Your calculation was so clear:
My work: make money everywhere!
You were likewise as all around -
It must have sort of sense, no doubt!

The years go by, but nothing changed:
In Great Machine you're still a cog.
Where are your freedoms? Myth was broke!
You tired so and need revenge!

No one step back! Life must be good!
You work so hard, as ever could.
Since now it's needn't any rest,
Let money fill the treasure chest!

The calculation was so clear:
To earn your freedom anywhere,
Become the chief for all around...
And in this case you must be proud!

The years go by, but nothing's changed:
In Great Machine you a detail.
All freedoms offered now for sale!
You tired so and need revenge!

Now hear me: 'I call you dead!',
Whatever you become instead.
With loss of feelings, soul, heart
Which things will fill your empty cart?

Your calculation was so clear, 
But couldn't change bad starting layer.
You know: to be like all around -
It hasn't any sense, no doubt!
13,25,26.09.2012