Icon of a Dead World - The Modern Age Slavery

White negroes, do you remember choosing the path of your life?

Was the call, there, simply in the air

Or did you follow some unseen power?

Seeking a confession while moving along

This ever-ending road called life

As gift of past generations:

Dismantled nations — False horizons — Fallen victories

Crushed by madness

You do not really control your life

There are no great men

What you see is what you get

No hidden meanings

Icon of a lost world

Seeking your confession

Darkness of the heart

And no heavenly connections

A lost icon of a dead world

Psychopathic madness

You destroyed the world of your sons

We’re all dying and we will be fucking dead for a long time

A speech will not change the world

For those born in times when to fight is to lose

Crushed by madness

They do not really control

They are not great men

But they will talk until they’ve got disciples

Now what you see is what you get

And you cannot get away from here

No there’s no hidden heaven

There’s no hidden meaning

There’s no other place and nowhere else to go

Seeking a confession while moving along

This ever-ending road called life

As gift of past generations:

Dismantled nations and the portrait of a dead world

They were icons of doom