Your TV-heroestell you what to do and what to eat,
But no one but yourself can teach you how to stand a hit.
Your bosses tell you what to think, command you what to wear,
But they can't understand the joy of moving down the stairs.

Just hurry up before 't's too late,
Before the die is cast.
And if you do not want to fade,
You shouldn't be the last.
Set up the speed, break all the laws,
Expell your doubt with nails.
Be crucified by that who knows,
Destroy your world, or else...

Tear your dirty ass to pieces,
Skin yourself wuth groans and cries,
But that is not your Merry Christmas,
Not your turn to cast the dice.

The system slaves you, ties you up with substitute for strife.
So, you should break off all connections with that goddamned life.
The wave of full standartization erases all the thoughts - 
Don't let it pass, lock off your mind before it fuck your throat.

Just hurry up before 't's too late,
Before the die is cast.
And if you do not want to fade,
You shouldn't be the last.
Set up the speed, break all the laws,
Expell your doubt with nails.
Be crucified by that who knows,
Destroy your world, or else...

Tear your dirty ass to pieces,
Skin yourself wuth groans and cries,
But that is not your Merry Christmas,
Not your turn to cast the dice.