Social Scars

Screens spit lies right into faces,
We are locked in cages of empty floors.
No one screams, but everyone is afraid
To become food for new, insane ideas.

Припев
These are our social scars!
Hidden wounds on the body of the crowd.
With fury we tear the script of the program,
And burn the useless, old dreams.


The system chews us up and will spit us out,
Credits, orders and the rules of the pack.
Since childhood we fall into an artificial sleep,
But we stopped tolerating this nonsense!

Припев
These are our social scars!
Hidden wounds on the body of the crowd.
With fury we tear the script of the program,
And burn the useless, old dreams.


They say that we are just a mistake!
But our mistake is their tremble and fear!

Припев
These are our social scars!
Hidden wounds on the body of the crowd.
With fury we tear the script of the program,
And burn the useless, old dreams.


Social scars!
On our shoulders!


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