Tatuare me, take a dig with the stylus down under my skin,
Stigmatize me with a smouldering knife just for making me bleeding,
Plant some electodes into my brain,
Let the machine beat to my heart's rhytm!
I'm a living zombie, a primaeval organism,
I'll stop doing everything- that's it.
Fear,
Authority, knowledge and power live inside me,
The subconscious self-defense keeps me alive.
Keep on tatuare, and kill my cells!
Okay, okay, okay, everything's allright,
Everything's allright, a-a-a-a-allright!
My life functions had stopped,
I'm knocking on an another world's door,
I'll walk my chalk, I'll leave it here, finally.
I could return here as well, but what for, what for?