מילים לשיר Compressed Individuality – Behind The Scenery

Abomination of inhuman logic No more dignity
No use for useless gears in the machinery The shameful hunt begins
When the strong select the weak Who doesn`t fulfill the valid norms
Compressed Compressed Combustible
Embodiment of cruel ingratitude
Compressed within the walls
Of loneliness, fear and despair
Kept, banished and condemned Discarded like broken tools
Victims of inhuman conditions There`s no place for inability
There`s no place for
Frailty and weakness Act of grace, only a farce
The bread of charity tastes bitter
Freedom and pride
Swallowed by a jackal called man Victims of inhuman conditions
Jailed in the temple of cynicsm.