Merry-Go-Round-To-Hell

We're the children of the first-world
 A livestock for consume and fuel for a machine
 We think in circles directed by TV
 We obey to numbers they tell us how to be
 Round and round we go
 To get a distance from what we know
 We are the waste of this earth
 Damned since our birth
 This is a merry-go-round to hell
 The keys got lost
 It screams in our cell
 More and more we seal
 To get a distance from how we feel
 We're locked into rooms
 We burn for a machine
 It feeds us but keeps us apart
 Perception fixed into the past
 We don't see a trap although it's vast
 Round and round we go
 To get a distance from what we know
 We are the waste of this earth
 Damned since our birth
 This is a merry-go-round to hell
 The keys got lost
 It screams in our cell
 More and more we seal
 To get a distance from how we feel
 This is a merry-go-round to hell
 The keys got lost
 It screams in our cell
 More and more we seal
 To get a distance from how we feel
 We move backwards into the future
 Driven by needs we follow the order
 If there is a free will still
 We accidently kill
 With all this distance
 We see ourselves
 Disconnected from any feeling
 We are like the flies on the ceiling
 Round and round we go
 To get a distance from what we know
 We are the waste of this earth
 Damned since our birth
 This is a merry-go-round to hell
 The keys got lost
 It screams in our cell
 More and more we seal
 To get a distance from how we feel
 This is a merry-go-round to hell
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