Cogs and Wheels

A blind, old, gold, gold cold, fanatic multitude
Jarring and destroying each other in the labyrinth in which we were enclosed
There are no straight roads

Cogs and wheels in the whole globalised machine
Placed in a natural state of war with the newly-formed ones
We become antiquated before they can ossify

A blind, old, gold, gold cold, fanatic multitude
Jarring and destroying each other in the labyrinth in which we were enclosed
There are no straight roads

Cogs and wheels in the whole globalised machine
Placed in a natural state of war with the newly-formed ones
We become antiquated before they can ossify

For when a people is are not willing or able to fight for its their existence
Providence in its justice has decreed that people's end

Providence in its justice has decreed that people's end
The world is as stupid as it is forgetful, in our present false and decadent period

A fight for survive survive has begun, mightier than the earth has ever seen
What a man really wants, is what he hopes and believes