Every morning is the same,
always the same shit.
No chance to escape,
and it's that time again.
Go to work since you have to
be a part of the system.
Pay the rent and eat,
there’s no getting around it.
And the time goes by and nothing happens to me,
On the way to my grave, it's all just dull and blank.
And the mediocre life barely deserved its name
because except for decaying nothing happened.
Decay, Decay, Decay!
The life is over, long before it even began.
Decay, Decay, Decay!
My being1 is only a illusion and exists no more.
We live side by side,
each one in its own dreamworld.
There's no cooperation,
it doesn't fit the plan.
Our solitary confinement,
is multicolored and digital.
Our souls (are) crippled,
the consequence (is) brutal.
And the time goes by and nothing happens to us,
On the way to our grave, it's all just dull and blank.
And the mediocre life barely deserved its name
because except for decaying nothing happened.
Decay, Decay, Decay!
The life is over, long before it even began.
Decay, Decay, Decay!
My being is only a illusion and exists no more.
Decay, Decay, Decay!
The life is over, long before it even began.
Decay, Decay, Decay!
My being doesn't exist and today at noon there's spinach.
1. "Dasein" could probably be better translated here as "existence", but in order to avoid sentences such as "My existence doesn't exist" I preferred to translate it as "being".