Faceless Things - Geoda

Migrating from countryside to cities

Economic schemes that can’t avoid

Cultivation of fear to mute the spirit

Cities where human herds can be controlled

Don’t let me touch the ground

Don’t let me feel the earth

Don’t let me feed myself

Mould me into a slave

Broken chains I hear in the air

Lies are growing too high

The structure is about to collapse

The plan is coming to it’s end

Global corporations faceless thieves

Feeding us with shit to make us weaker

Soil ruined with genetically modified seeds

Despoiling nature of its riches

Creators of one dream we’re all forced to reach

It demands every drop of sweat and energy

No time to know ourselves, no will to think

Reward only for frivolity

Don’t let me touch the ground

Don’t let me know the earth

Don’t let me see myself

Mould me into a slave

International banks faceless thieves

Enchaining with money they freely print

Imposing their rules buying our leaders

Selling us the cures for their diseases

Migrating from countryside to cities

Becoming prisoners without bars

Self-sufficiency is an enemy

Evil hand taking over land

The darkest power elite, faceless kings

Sowing hatred, feeding on our pain

Crisis and wars made to maintain domain

Living and dying for those faceless things (thieves + kings)