Go to the people, poison the people They live with no values and no consequence Kill their dreams, one bullet for two Mark their heads with confidence There's no reshaping the present Our future holds no tools Fucking apes, gods can't see you There's no pressure for results Cut down, levelled Kite-marked for less Suppress the growth And flood your lungs with emptiness And once the black soil spits out The god we killed within ourselves Hyena in notion of power Will always be there to claim that place On a podium is heard The martyr that bled The teacher that taught What must be unlearned What must be unwound Be grand and profound Not buried in sand by those That don't know what to do with it What must be undone Walk with it Towards nothing Walk with it On forgotten history Walk with it What must be undone Walk with it Towards nothing Walk with it With champions laughing As they're ground to dust Claiming the glory To live longer than given Both the hero and the cult With time come unglued Picked out, removed Never reborn Never improved Dust

Human nature Fetishizes all indignity Born not for comprehension But the weeping and gnashing of teeth It's time It's time To crawl back in the womb and die Man did not get to where he is By ambition and strife over morals But through submission, mediocrity And mixing mud with his seed Yes, the indignity fits well in the picture Matches the ceilings lowered by excuse By reasons, by drive to justify The lesser, the weak, the lazy Man's logic is such Life wasted may be his own But he will not succumb to lamentation If there's a way to shift the fault In the same vain as the rodents In trenches dug to hide In the clay-built wombs holding out the day Sinking down in the fear of the night Human nature Fetishizes all indignity Born not for comprehension But the weeping and gnashing of teeth And it's not what we did Not what we will do It was, and will be swallowed It's what we didn't do What what we'll never do That cast a shadow over tomorrow What we didn't do paved the hell And the paths that lead there What we'll never do put up the signs And mapped it to be here What we didn't do paved the hell And the paths that lead there What we'll never do put up the signs And mapped it to be here

Show me the river you have beaten Show me death served in admissible portions Kindness in murder, smiling doom There is no harmony, no fucking proportions It’s a crater filled with waste I hallucinate, I'm immersed You and me, we're zeros Can't multiply against ourselves You cannot lean against the void You can touch its inaction Let it fuck you, beat you black Later wear it with fashion For what you believed you knew You're certain now that you don't What you built to see you through Shows now that it won't You thought it too grand to end You thought it too young to be spent The arms you command In time will come to betray you Alliance you made in life In death won’t answer to save you One more chance To make it right To take ourselves Out of the light One more chance To make it right And as history shows, it was expected It'd be wasted in our hands For what is a 100 years? For what is a 100 years? It's just fucking numbers It just fucking happens It passes and it’s done Oh, it's just numbers It just fucking happens Every day the world ends for someone Why? Why?

Uwierz że słońce się wypali I nie będzie dnia po nocy I tak ślepo ramię w ramię Trzeba będzie razem kroczyć W mroku, w głuszy Żrąc popioły klasyków W koronach! Na tronach! Jakby jutra nie było A jutra nie będzie, bo została tylko noc Końca nie będzie, bo została tylko noc I nie będzie więcej Nie będzie lepiej Ciemność utkwiła przy skroni Jak w podbrzuszu brudny nóż Gorycz się sączy I bez uprzedzeń Z własnych dłoni karmi wstręt Jak troskliwy anioł stróż I jest tak jak miało być Brat zabije zawsze brata Tak jak było od początku Taki jest porządek świata I jest tak jak miało być Brat zabije zawsze brata Tak jak będzie i na końcu Taki jest porządek świata Śmierć wam Śmierć wam

Man's ambition Man's law Man's design Man's flaw Short sighted, weak-hearted Confusing men with gods Dealers of torture, nailed down to their fortune For a dead god taught them the words They think they're the great commanders of fate The hands behind civilization The last march of men, the true last of them Now their bastards will build their own nation To ruin To dust All for nothing In wasted blood To ruin To dust In a shining Shining crown of stars

We've reached a point where everything ends Nothing works, nothing can be fixed Admiring the aesthetics of failed attempts Renditions of a world that could've been gained For every mechanism designed by men It failed before and it will fail again For every mechanism designed by men It failed before and it will fail again Fail And fail again Fail And fail again In a way, us gathered here, we are blessed To witness the conclusion See no answers ever raised The feared pit is empty We have eaten all the snakes Designing fit around solution that binds the empty space Fail And fail again Fail And fail again Choking up the bitter life force From our stomachs and our veins Discarded our path through the stars We're misaligned, disarrayed Niedokończone prace bogów Z wyprutymi żołądkami Trują sie we własnym gównie Bydło nie będzie pasterzami We didn't shape the world We carved out all its scars We need mud to crawl in Not a crown of stars We're building this ship Never to set sail We're not looking for meaning But a reason to fail Walking upright like gods We scorched the earth Brutalised the mother To the mother we wept For every mechanism Designed by men It failed before And it will fail again