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