You can't escape   Accept the strength and rise from death   Wake up sleeper live again   Your dignity's worth more than your master's suggest   Break the chains of objective creeds   Drown in an ocean of conformity   We are the people who have become idle   The masochists seeking bridles   We are the people who have become idle   And willing to make the descent   Disobey your masters, make then fear and tremble   Come anarchy, come ruin   No longer passive in social servitude   Come anarchy, come ruin   As we follow this path of destruction   As we wander this world without function   Turning blind eyes we consume the mass-production but will we make the descent as instructed   Our individuality has been choked under foot   Our idea of freedom has been surrendered   For the material possession that drives us   The very thing that controls us   Ideas of freedom have been surrendered   Disillusioned people accept the strength that comes through solitude.