They killed our gods to impose their own upon us. And today you don't know what to believe. You dread the small hours of the night because the void seems to grow ever larger.
They forced you to think in a language that lacks the words. They forced you to defend ideas that aren't yours. They forced you to believe that even the smallest instant has to be something special.
And now the anxiety never leaves you, always chasing a goal, full of objectives, being useful. What for? For whom?
They forced you to consume in a single way. They forced you to listen to the music you listen to. They forced you to pray toward the wrong place.
They killed our gods to impose their own upon us. And today you don't know what to believe. You dread the small hours of the night because the void seems to grow ever larger.
They forced you to think in a language that lacks the words. They forced you to defend ideas that aren't yours. They forced you to believe that even the smallest instant has to be something special.
And now the anxiety never leaves you, always chasing a goal, full of objectives, being useful. What for? For whom?
They forced you to consume in a single way. They forced you to listen to the music you listen to. They forced you to pray toward the wrong place.