Lyrics
Driven into the consciousness, no spiritual disciplines
An instrument for death, this is your religion
accumulation of mere things
so seemingly benign
No arduous sacrifice or demands, the meaning of life
Feeling without intellectual content, a scrap conduction, the delusion of their raison d etre
Driven into the consciousness, feeling without intellectual content
consumeristic lifestyle
so seemingly benign
An instrument for death, so seemingly benign
A shallow state of mind, no restraint of passion
A shallow state of mind, no restraint of passion, no restraint of passion
immediate gratification of desires
Feeling without intellectual content, this propagator of a
So seemingly benign, creating a window for
So seemingly benign, an instrument for turning of the brain
Accumulation of mere things, of precious young minds Nihilism, the meaning of life
An instrument for turning of the brain, consumeristic lifestyle
no arduous sacrifice or demands
Being nothing more than the, accumulation of mere things
An instrument for turning of the brain, no restraint of passion
this propagator of a
Consumeristic lifestyle, this is your entitlement, no restraint of passion
This is your religion, feeling without intellectual content 2002, no arduous sacrifice or demands
The meaning of life, the delusion of their raison d etre
living an affluent life
Of precious young minds, this is your entitlement Nihilism, of precious young minds
Compellingly perverted to create, the meaning of life
creating a window for