How many wars around us
How empty are our lives
There´s a million k**ed people
Polluting Earth
For entertainment and powerfile
I don´t believe in fear
I don´t believe in pain
I believe in myself
That´s the honest way
Cry for the people
Nobody can command you
Spy on your people
Psychology in my brain
Psychology in my brain
What about the third world problems
And medias are moving with you
Everywhere you´re branded with information
But where´s the place for you and your own decision
Psychology in my brain
Psychology in my brain
Psychology in my brain
Polluting Earth
Cry for the people
Nobody can command you
Spy on your people
We can´t abuse our gift
Our intellect has destroyed too much
For entertainment and a powerfile
Where is the conscience and discretion
We only learned some social roles
Which remove us from own decisions and intuition
What you wanna
Ma** of flyers slaves
Will die and lay in ma**graves
And the ma** of flyers slaves
Will die Will die
Nobody can command you
Will die Will die