Thrown in the streets
Of this Techno-Middle-Age
I ask to myself
If this reality has a sense
Servants versus slaves
Poor killing poor
La Machìne keep workin'
For the pleasure of ghost kings

How should I feel
If I go ahead
With no choice
How should I feel
If I face the failure
Day by day

Into prosthesis
Of their own factories
Everyone lives
Deadly synchronized
Neo-Mayan priests
Keep calendar spell
The free time of men
Idled into graphs

How should I move
If I am bound to
Invisible chains
How should I get out
If I can't bear
The rays of fiction

Sleep now, sleep now, sleep now...

How should we feel
If we go ahead
With no choice
How should we feel
If we face the failure
Day by day

How should we move
If we're bound to
Invisible chains
How should we get out
If we can't bear
The light of freedom