LYRICS GAME

The world stinks because it’s based on a subtraction

What I can get minus what it costs me

Grim profitability

The profit that drags us to the cliff

There's hardly any space left for life

It's been reduced to convenience, to curses

That's what's produced

Speaking of smarts, who's steering this cart with no lights

You smash into the economy

Of an outdated, unjust, irresponsible, spoiled market

Being forced to sell our time in a wage job

It's violence

Don't ask me for patience, because I won't crush my conscience

Yet I still see the decay around me

Life isn't survival

I'm talking about full development of abilities

That box our minds in schools and universities

There'll be life before death, everyone paying monthly fees

Bills are the commonest torture in the cities

The stick that has a carrot tied to its tip

That's our story, walking in circles like a waterwheel

Always thinking about buying some new object

That will finally leave us completely satisfied

But if you search in the wrong place, you never find anything

Happiness can't be packaged

Nor sold, nor bought

That with cash you sleep more peacefully

But without balance it won't do you any good

Time passes, the weeks are the same

The routine is so tiresome

That it leaves our personal projects in a coma

We forget what we want and we don't get tired

We look like fools

If we're denied the helm

Why do we keep to the oars?

Damn inertia, f*ck

I curse anyone who trades with other people's time

He'd sell his mother if needed to keep his wallet full

That scorning feeling

Because it's not profitable doesn't prove intelligence

Widows swarm the landscape, vampires in suits

They keep the cashbox in this feature film

I propose subversion, persistence, courage

I propose increasing recycling

I propose getting fired up

To blow up this putrid place that doesn't allow DIY

I propose a wild spirit

With care we prepare the hammers to break the gears

That through the pockets achieves total vassalage

Life on its knees

Prostrated before an imbecile who crunches numbers and knows nothing

He knows nothing, no, no way

He knows nothing, no, no way