Citizen of the free world, slaving all week
Awaiting Saturday night fever to do the freak
And it goes 1, 2, 3 sink in a soothing coma
Bottoms up ; Will all my life be...
Work hard, die bored, modern men do it well
No crown, no spark, in this corpse I'm just a dying cell
Work hard, die bored, modern men do it well
Hopes are scarred; I’m the pawn that dreamt of ruling citadels

To be a hero, a star, an astronaut, I bought
But I was just compensating
I wanted to smile like the guy of the pasta box
But it was just advertising crap

I've seen the true face of metropolis
One hand stabs me while the other one offers me dope
Its third eye shines on my neurosis
I walk amongst the crowd, a zombie, a fucking clone

I had opinions and dreams I lost along the way
For a wife, a kid, a house and a big ass SUV
In suit and tie, I work my long term suicide
I don't have the guts to fucking fight

Work hard, die bored, modern men do it well
I’m like Superman, life is my kryptonite
Modern men do it fucking well

There isn't a day without this weight on my shoulders
Without the burden of the crown the kid I was made out of paper
But carnival is over, no more craft or glitter
Projections of my future should have remained in the past

I can't let go, can’t let go of this mask
I have to change but don't feel up to the task
I'm falling, I’m drowning in this abundance horn
I have it all and I still want more
If my life is ok why am I miserable ? I’m so fucking miserable
I'm sorry for wasting your world

For a way to wonder, for a crooked offer
I'm sorry
For the wrecking, the oppression, the slaughter
Well fuck you all, I haven't done any of these horrors
I haven't done anything but dream of a throne and a scepter
They did it all; they did it fucking all, I'm just a puppet
I’m just a wireless powerless doll
Is the puppet guilty of the actions of its master ?

They say that knowledge is a weapon
And ignorance is a big ass fucking dildo
They sharpened their blades on slow brains and supersized egos
Their knightly act is a bloody fraud
King's sword lays deep in the people's rock
They swore five billion peace and plenty
Turned seven into junkies with greed and gluttony
Now twelve billion crowd this celestial rock
And they keep up the good work, like they don't give a fuck

Bees are dead, plants need sexual assistance
Eden has turned to sand in an instant

Melted ice had the oceans rise,

Fear the mice, kill the rats, 'cause medieval plagues are back

Soon humanity's trial will begin

Will the snake be a scapegoat once again ?
Will the eyes stay sealed face to the blood spilt ?
There is no innocence, only 50 shades of guilt

Who fell for their tricks ? Who thought it legit ?

Who funded this shit ? Who's fucking hands are clean ?
Who fell for their tricks ? Who thought it legit ?
There is no innocence

The Horn is empty, resources are rare
They're licking ivory for crumbs to spare their despair
People are scared, they're fucking wiggling, crawling like insects
They think planting three trees will avoid the tempest
They're trying so hard it's laughable, hoping for a miracle

From fear to hate, the trial starts today
The fall begins, wings are ablaze
They'll cheer their states, the trial starts today
The fall begins, it's fucking checkmate

A step away from hell, in dark times, they're still scamming
Selling tickets for heaven, renting Noah's ark cabins
But their ship will sink in the abyss
They still get hard on the weight of their wallets
It's absurd, they can fill their pockets; the paper will burn
It's time to accept their system's defeat
Profit is obsolete

All those years
Barking at them, announcing mayhem, begging them to stop
Knees deep in shit they'll say that on the water they shall walk
They've kneeled their whole life

It won't be hard for them to crawl
But fuck them all, they've sold their fucking souls
Still pictured as prophets, still worshiped as gods
From ashes to ashes, from lust to disgust

Witness the bursting of the human bubble
End of the great, death of the simple
Witness the bursting of the human bubble
Absurdity leads the human struggle
Fuck this shit

Thank the elders for their way of life

Thank the leaders for their foresight

Thank the leaders for their foresight

Thank the past for the lost fight

Progress could only be ahead
Pushing forward over the cliff's fucking edge
Now they're flying, alive but already dead
Already shattered corpses on the stony bay

They can beg, whine, pray

Even the foam won't wash their hands clean
They can beg, whine, pray

Because tonight the shepherds

Die amongst their sheeps

They'll fucking beg
Die amongst their sheeps, they'll fucking beg