Cruel jokes - scornful laughter there's not much left for those who fail no matter reason or fate Hold on (whatever hardships you might face) their mighty catch phrase (and rallying cry) their contribution to this game till rearranging the names on the green playground of the keen Straight on (we the lemmings share the sea) into the abyss (got to follow whatever be) which has been redefined as peak and you got to believe all you've seen on the magic blackboard of the keen Caught in the spell - bewitched by their game Counting numbers, using power tools steering blindly under the delusion of control The whole world consists of black boxes lined up for the great statistical evaluation within the strategy plan to cover the demand by global resources Almost all feedback is expired linking the detail to the whole the captains in their ivory towers loosing the link to ground control like echoes in labyrinths entangled and fading reverberating The system's self consistent nature protected against any sense of doubt no way for inconvenient questions busy with intrique, scheme and plot like some kind of parasite exhausting its foundation by alienation Within the house of lies it's hard to see the light of day it seems that noone can afford to walk the obvious way Tragical developments proceed without a note boundless faith relying on self healing power of the system Confusing terminology encoding ban*l contents all systems ruled by brains which never had to learn the basic lines Survival of the strongest is the principle they mean the struggle of the powers consuming energy required for salvation