A weary world decays beneath a veil of cold synthetic lightnInto the cameras' eyes we fadennAs nature gives way to the wheelnIn Shackles we're bornnWith meaningless toil, ignorance and consumptionnWe feed the machinennWhisper the warning to the worldnAs it turns into a cagennKilling each othernRaping the mothernCowering in shadownnSurrounded by concrete and steelnThe ants form a linenThey carry away all the color around usnTo feed the machinennI see the future of this worldnSmoldering in the hazennKilling each othernRaping the mothernCowering in shadownnSurrounded by concrete and steelnIn cages we're bornnMeaningless toil, ignorance and consumptionnWe feed the machinennLeeching the beauty from this worldnAs it turns into a cagennKilling each othernRaping the mothernCowering in shadow