And nothing will be left of them
Each next one is anonymous
Lack of purpose has blinded them
And nothing will be left of them
Each next one is anonymous
Lack of purpose has blinded them
'Cause they're lost in hopelessness
Walled in the scenery of urban arteries
And instead of causes
They only see a shadow on the wall, and not
What's in the foreground
Ladies and gentlemen, completely petrified
Eliminated before their turn even comes
If the TV screen for you, man
Remote in hand and you live for this moment
'Cause these moments sweeten your life
Then you're one of a million people
Who also say this is a way of life
You're a prisoner of the armchair
You're dominated by many a soap opera
A hidden camera, you playing the sucker, know it
Have you ever seen the world up close?
Or is it a flash on the screen?
Brain's long been on the carpet
That's all in this program
We're ending the broadcast
And nothing will be left of them
Each next one is anonymous
Lack of purpose has blinded them
And nothing will be left of them
Each next one is anonymous
Lack of purpose has blinded them
Petrified like dinosaurs
Staring at the black box, they watch subliminally
Before their eyes, they have a weapon stronger than dynamite
Laughter, panic, fear or admiration
They watch what, where, when mother earth will spawn for us today
Behind their backs, war and terrorism
In Parliament, they ponder how to sweeten our lives
And let absolute power ensure our well-being
Are the main gears of politics today
Scandals a'la Rywin, under-the-table income into their pockets
Play their Oscar-winning roles
Compared to them, they'd only give Halle Berry a Golden Globe
Eyes blue from the televisions
And nothing will be left of them
Each next one is anonymous
Lack of purpose has blinded them
And nothing will be left of them
Each next one is anonymous
Lack of purpose has blinded them
The reader who wouldn't notice the torn-out pages
Those dominated by negative thoughts
Believing the world revolves around them
They let ambitions and plans drift away for years
And four walls have dulled their temperaments
Taking fiction for the real thing
Today they're just vultures
And nothing will be left of them
Each next one is anonymous
Lack of purpose has blinded them
And nothing will be left of them
Each next one is anonymous
Lack of purpose has blinded them