Born into this nothingness   With the sole goal - to succeed   Life hangs by a single thread   As we are trying not to feel      But to gather all we can   Out of proportion to our need   To hide within our deepest nests   And to never ever give      Dead faces   Breathing through it's meaningless   Aggravated existence   From dusk to dawn you swin in shit   Your only skill's persistence      So you gather all you can   Out of proportion to our need   To hide within our deepest nests   And to never ever give      We're robbing   We're rotting   We're hurting   We're feeling      At last we feel