Imagine, a rotten s.f. future
Imagine, we live the birth of this world

All is due to children
Never leaving their seats
Brutalized by t.v., computers, video games
Confined in their screened world
Without communication
Unconcious of their nature becoming extensions
Of virtual lands - of virtual lands

Imagine a rotten s.f. future
Imagine we live the birth of this world
Hereafter is near and not a dream
Waiting for / for / for our lapse

Selected for their brain
Humans are nothing but clones
Everybody's pluged in to a living machine
Which'is using their mind
To achieve gloomy goals
Enslaving humanity for the use of some
Imposter gods - privileged once

Under a cristal dome
A little paradise
In thoughts as unconcern and idleness they live
In that world their elder
Created so perfect
Feebleminded children lost in a nameless world
Useless and dead - it became hell