The rat in the wheel is tired of rotating
Faces are almost invisible, empty fucked
Wood head, metal heart
Robots dictate how and what you need
The rat in the wheel is tired of rotating
Faces are almost invisible, empty fucked
Wood head, metal heart
Robots dictate how and what you need
In the morning you wake up, alarm clock, coffee and bath
Traffic jams, office, traffic jams, dinner and now tomorrow
Months like twins, all life by standard
Discipline, orders, laws, schemes and maps
You rush with a stopwatch, your heart is on the left
Goals set up, wallet and change in my pocket
Keys, phones, there are fourteen stations in the subway
The news will tell you what you should be afraid of
The program of life, according to plan, the streams of the river movement
Inadmissible out of rhythm, deviation is prohibited
Adjusted exactly on course, for success direction
And reason is not needed at all, it is only a source of doubt
That among a thousand ways, one cannot be right
Reality is more patterns imposed by someone stupid
For those who dare to think so, there are protocols
Electroshocks, doctors and injections into the brain of humility
The rat in the wheel is tired of rotating
Faces are almost invisible, empty fucked
Wood head, metal heart
Robots dictate how and what you need
The rat in the wheel is tired of rotating
Faces are almost invisible, empty fucked
Wood head, metal heart
Robots dictate how and what you need
Everyone responds to codes, numbered, sewn
Into the cage of robotics, and the gears are quiet
By the clicks of the metronome, years and holidays are counted
Marching under the banner, no longer able to be different
It is forbidden to take off and fall, only the development is smooth
And you can't die either, there is a punishment for this
Will be sent to hell, where you will be a robot for all eternity
Motherfuckers will put their feet on your shoulders
Freedom of choice is a bluff, you choose what you have to
Otherwise you are not in the format, otherwise you are too complicated
To fit into the neurons of simple-dumb algorithms
All the doors are closed to you in empty boxes
But somewhere in the depths, behind the mirrors of consciousness
The god that has no name shakes his trunk
Pumps oil, electricity, gas and gold
Come on, fuck your cunt, the empire of robots
The rat in the wheel is tired of rotating
Faces are almost invisible, empty fucked
Wood head, metal heart
Robots dictate how and what you need
The rat in the wheel is tired of rotating
Faces are almost invisible, empty fucked
Wood head, metal heart
Robots dictate how and what you need
