Our Heart Beats Faster Than Your Production Li(n)e

From behind the fences of thought control I rise to cut clean the swollen lying tongue With the bitter tears of shame and resignation I spit on and soil your immaculate destruction/perfection When every lip is sewed not to drink any venomous fear not to kiss any putrid freedom I slit my throat and let it all come down Let it all warm me Let it comfort me Let it all fall down Let it all burn down Let it all burn me Let it all break me… free We are not the capital's lambs. We won't fucking sacrifice. We are the unborn children of a dead generation, but our hearts beat faster than your production li(n)e. So break the role, refuse to die. We're more than what we're told. So take control and take it all and fuck it all We won't go back to our cages FUCK YOU! My heart beats the production line Hearts break the production lie We'll take control - we'll fuck it all We'll get organized - We'll reclaim our own lives For I am more than this flesh For I am more than this cage Because I know what I feel Because I know what I want Because I know who I am Because I know the day Is boundless and beautiful When you dare to seize it (The system taught me how to think, told me how to feel, defined my possibilities, designed every cage in which I'm free to crawl, confined me to a role, imposed on me survival. The system reverses life The system only works for itself The system means death I am the dead son of a sterile world Reconsider priorities, reconsider life The only option left is to burn down the cage and to fly away, just to be alive)