"Dust is dust, the world is sinking, I need her, to hide inside her
To kiss the mouths, of their dust, who rides the imagined oceans?
So dust is dust, if the world is sinking, I do need her, to hold in my hands
To scent the palms, of their dust, who admits the delusive light?
Don’t you see what they’ve been after?
Our good little slave will be working forever
Oh, we’d love to see them suffer!
When they’ll be going down
Holding on to old ideas and patterns of thought
Is not consistent, with the current government policy
But dust is dust, and enough is enough, no words can describe injustice
How many of us, will be turned to dust, until the spaceship reaches mars?
I know it might sound like I have lost it
It’s because I do have lost it
Looks like the slave won’t be singing forever
Guess we are going down
Down, down, down, because I have lost it
Down cause the slave won’t be working forever
Down, down, down, we’d love to see you suffer
You are going down
Dust is dust, my world is shrinking, in fact it is just one room
Dust is dust, and I am just thinking that I need her, to live inside her"