原始歌词 (English)
Slavepunk 2021
From the speaker, in the screen
Someone's propagating and selling
The so-called significance of ''wolf-like aggression''
And the pious believers gather before the screen
They worship, they put palms together
They try to modify themselves
Into perpetual motion machines
Working 48 hrs a day, fourteen days per week
Dreaming they would become outstanding
Remarkable before everyone
Look, a girl falls amongst them
She's just twenty-three
And she's received the invitation from the Reaper
But the worshipers seem too used of this
As for the lecturer?
He's saying, that's none of my fucking business!
Blame the society, blame the people, blame everything...
Except me!