You'll hate the day that you are bornnBefore you know your life will be tornnYour future is over before it begannYou can't twist your fate you better run!nnX-treme - we have the tendency to suffer -nIt makes our life fuckin' toughernWhy aren't we able to satisfy your needs -nYou call it progress - I call it creed - x-tremennX-treme, X-tremenX-treme words - have nothin' to saynX-treme life - only pain will staynX-treme fear - a part of the puppet shownX-treme measures - how far to gonnX-treme evolution brings us sorrownWe're movin' to fast for a better tomorrownThe pressure to high we can't keep the pacenOur mercenary eats our own fuckin' race.nnOur children get trained only the strong will survive,nDon't really wonder if they rip each other with a knifennStatus symbols, trendy look and designer clothes,nThe jealousy of those who can't afford it, it growsnnWith pressure we design a second class childhoodnIn a part of life,nWe're it's easy to be misunderstoodnnThe competition does create a faceless identitynThe perfect creature means our end you'll see!