Winds of a souless society
Claim the extintion of mankind
Pride for artificial modernity
Drown instincts in tecnology
Our future is dead

Glad to be praised in the shadows
Of your little game
Where your careless acts
Are someone else's pain
This is your game

Cynical architet of destruction
To whow suffering is an artform
To present to his righteous crowd
Your righteous crowd

Buried in a tomb of vanity
You believe you deserve
A better place than those
Whose lives you're exploited
Those you have exploited

Modern life
Chain of lies
Together die
As cowards
Modern life
Chain of lies
Together die
As cowards

Winds of a souless society
Claim the extintion of mankind
Pride for artificial modernity
Drown instincts in tecnology
Our future is dead

Modern life
Chain of lies
Together die
As cowards
Modern life
Chain of lies
Together die
As cowards