Regurgitated Lullaby For The Born Dead

Prowling along the edge of misery Suffocating on hope of better days Questioning minds fed with the myth of opportunity Born-dead: Death at birth Unwanted: Still essential Exploited: As they want Born-Dead: But shall rise Destiny chosen by fortunate ones, wounded for life Can't become a master when you're born slave Slavery for the shut mouths Mortification for majority So that masters Keep sleeping in Their castles built of gold A child's dream, nothing but dreams, Will soon start to burn and turn to ashes. The production equation doesn't bring wealth For everyone, a thing to benefit the fortunate Ones/empowered ones. Awake the born dead.