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Prowling along the edge of misery
Suffocating on hope of better days
Questioning minds fed with the myth of opportunity

Born-dead: Death at birth
Unwanted: Still essential
Exploited: As they want
Born-Dead: But shall rise

Destiny chosen by fortunate ones, wounded for life
Can't become a master when you're born slave
Slavery for the shut mouths

Mortification for majority
So that masters
Keep sleeping in
Their castles built of gold

A child's dream, nothing but dreams,
Will soon start to burn and turn to ashes.
The production equation doesn't bring wealth
For everyone, a thing to benefit the fortunate
Ones/empowered ones. Awake the born dead.
Prowling along the edge of misery   Suffocating on hope of better days   Questioning minds fed with the myth of opportunity      Born-dead: Death at birth   Unwanted: Still essential   Exploited: As they want   Born-Dead: But shall rise      Destiny chosen by fortunate ones, wounded for life   Can't become a master when you're born slave   Slavery for the shut mouths      Mortification for majority   So that masters   Keep sleeping in   Their castles built of gold      A child's dream, nothing but dreams,   Will soon start to burn and turn to ashes.   The production equation doesn't bring wealth   For everyone, a thing to benefit the fortunate   Ones/empowered ones. Awake the born dead.