I’ll never feel a contact 
I’ll never feel to come together 
I have no respect
promises fall in people

every drid like the world 
following shit in our heads 
listen to his voice 
like scratching on the wall

Be free without stress 
be free from the circle of the traps 

never open your eyes 
to the light that warms 
never do not turn 
for every word you say 

promise to make more money 
anyway we are a machine mode anyway we are just a machines 
we are bodies without souls
return back to the trees