The mechanical heart, it beats   Underneath this rainy sky   The machines produce more and   More   People without dreams, losers      Every day we encounter   Their letargic faces      The compulsion of their   Responsibilities   And the loss of their wishes   We flee, without chance      Eventually it will catch us   And we have to admit to ourselves   That there is no way out   Back to the grey of the streets      We fight ourselves through the   Masses      This city shall die with us   For a better life, a better   Tomorrow