Surrounded by all these chilly stones
So lost among all these empty clones
Shadows of humans that truth can´t hear
Sell fake smiles to hide their tears
They can´t see
In my face, you see the slog
In my ears, words from a greedy hog
Promises of happiness
They sell misery on their way to success
Phallic symbol of power
Building with no life
Where nature cries
Frozen by the lack of light
It´s the cement gun
Where land begs for the sun
Masses of people feeding a lie
Poisons at dinner to melt the mind
Energy and oil for a chained life
We pay for nothing, the illusion´s price

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