Emotionless minds Synthetic lights leading to nowhere The dead generation No visions no hope no fear Lifeless bodies Machines of our reality The dead generation We're not supposed to be here No light in the dark Bright shines the disdain Here in my cave of pain It swarms of love - in vain Mass hypnosis Like blind sheeps following their leader Where is the passion The honor - the love In an emotional winter Where no god is watching from above Where everything is created to die Where nobody hears my desperate cry