How many wars around us

How empty are our lives

There´s a million killed people

Polluting Earth

For entertainment and powerfile

I don´t believe in fear

I don´t believe in pain

I believe in myself

That´s the honest way

Cry for the people

Nobody can command you

Spy on your people

Psychology in my brain

Psychology in my brain

What about the third world problems

And medias are moving with you

Everywhere you´re branded with information

But where´s the place for you and your own decision

Psychology in my brain

Psychology in my brain

Psychology in my brain

Polluting Earth

Cry for the people

Nobody can command you

Spy on your people

We can´t abuse our gift

Our intellect has destroyed too much

For entertainment and a powerfile

Where is the conscience and discretion

We only learned some social roles

Which remove us from own decisions and intuition

What you wanna

Mass of flyers slaves

Will die and lay in massgraves

And the mass of flyers slaves

Will die Will die

Nobody can command you

Will die Will die