Our brains induce destruction   Yet we feel incomplete   Our love is in creation   Our pain fed through our meat   Left, Right, Right, Left   You're marching at their request   Look at yourselves, what have you raised?   A bunch of naive thoroughbreds      The search is not concluded   We missed a whole piece   We thought we might not need it   Our life is just a ruse   Where is our meditation   And our piece of mind   We're pushed inside ourselves   And told to close our eyes      Close your eyes   See what you have raised   With all your lies   With all your lies   Oh God what have you made?   Left, Right, Right, Left