Open your eyes and see
An immoral society
Blind architects of the future
Lost in apathy
Close your eyes and be
A part of this society
Raise the social stake
Inflame the purgatory
The present image of our generation
Is painted in colors of degeneration
The present image of tomorrow's generation
is motionless, is motionless
Our motionless society
Is trapped in a void
In contradiction to reality
Resting intentions
Will create an era
Of poverty
Of a grim uncertainty
Uncertainty is certain
If we insist on our high demands
Excessive present standards
Someday someone's got to pay
The present image of our generation
Is painted in colors of degeneration
The present image of tomorrow's generation
is motionless, is motionless
Convenience and stagnation
Incompatible with tomorrow's generation
Properity
Will betray us all
The shadow world
Our shadow world it will burn
Uncertainty is certain
If we insist on our high demands
Excessive present standards
Someday someone's got to pay
The present image of our generation
Is painted in colors of degeneration
The present image of tomorrow's generation
is motionless, is motionless
An immoral society
Blind architects of the future
Lost in apathy
Close your eyes and be
A part of this society
Raise the social stake
Inflame the purgatory
The present image of our generation
Is painted in colors of degeneration
The present image of tomorrow's generation
is motionless, is motionless
Our motionless society
Is trapped in a void
In contradiction to reality
Resting intentions
Will create an era
Of poverty
Of a grim uncertainty
Uncertainty is certain
If we insist on our high demands
Excessive present standards
Someday someone's got to pay
The present image of our generation
Is painted in colors of degeneration
The present image of tomorrow's generation
is motionless, is motionless
Convenience and stagnation
Incompatible with tomorrow's generation
Properity
Will betray us all
The shadow world
Our shadow world it will burn
Uncertainty is certain
If we insist on our high demands
Excessive present standards
Someday someone's got to pay
The present image of our generation
Is painted in colors of degeneration
The present image of tomorrow's generation
is motionless, is motionless