Where do we go without an aim?
What do we have? We have our names.
Where're our souls?
Souls are inside the bottle of the flame;
We're living in freight train.

Grey days are going one by one,
All time can do is make a harm
To everyone who's left behind.

We look for wisdom in TV,
We've changed love for cruelty;
I wonder what we hope to find.

The Devil weaves the web of night
To catch our souls and make us blind.
We have no core, we're mob of cows.

Hot sun won't heat us anymore;
We're kids of graves, we're born to bore.
We have no laws, we broke them down.