Merry-go-round-to-hell

We're the children of the first-world

A livestock for consume and fuel for a machine

We think in circles directed by TV

We obey to numbers they tell us how to be

Round and round we go

To get a distance from what we know

We are the waste of this earth

Damned since our birth

This is a merry-go-round to hell

The keys got lost

It screams in our cell

More and more we seal

To get a distance from how we feel

We're locked into rooms

We burn for a machine

It feeds us but keeps us apart

Perception fixed into the past

We don't see a trap although it's vast

Round and round we go

To get a distance from what we know

We are the waste of this earth

Damned since our birth

This is a merry-go-round to hell

The keys got lost

It screams in our cell

More and more we seal

To get a distance from how we feel

This is a merry-go-round to hell

The keys got lost

It screams in our cell

More and more we seal

To get a distance from how we feel

We move backwards into the future

Driven by needs we follow the order

If there is a free will still

We accidently kill

With all this distance

We see ourselves

Disconnected from any feeling

We are like the flies on the ceiling

Round and round we go

To get a distance from what we know

We are the waste of this earth

Damned since our birth

This is a merry-go-round to hell

The keys got lost

It screams in our cell

More and more we seal

To get a distance from how we feel

This is a merry-go-round to hell