try to hang on
with a rope on your neck
persuade you to breath
through their goals
throught their paths of competition
developing into massacres...

it is like your hopes: nothing
like your paradise: nothing
like your idols: nothing
like your politicians: nothing
like your heroes: nothing
like your artists: nothing
like your religions: nothing
and it is everywhere...

go get slaughtered and we promise you a long and pleasant life.