Is it good or bad, what they say is what you get
Words without a thought, as if they are a god
Majority rules, minority fools
Counting the masses, haunting the mules

My name is shame, but you are nameless and tame
And even if I have not failed, I'm already nailed
Hearing the laughter day by day, from miles away
And all the things I have not said, already stoned to death
Stoned to death.

Welcome to the rat's race we call society
The winner takes nothing, except the loser's life
All screens and slaves, grazing in the row
All mono channels, where is my stereo


Thousands of stones in the back
And I am still not brain dead yet
Thousands of hearts, hearts of stone
And I still won't ever, ever condone