Tekster: Back One Out. Helpless. Monsters.

Another slaughter subdues oriental population;
It?s told, due to a bomb; nineteen for now.
International board has decided to decline its fault.
How many questions can a man have as regards what it?s true?!

Trying to watch TV, there are only the Big Brothers.
A little way to escape from ordinary.
They try to reproduce a sense by now lost conformism.
They lower a veil to make us easy of manage, every week.

They see me as a monster, they try to drive me crazy.
They want to clean my mind and
They trap myself, they reach my hands, they kill myself.

?You can?t believe to change this world;
It has been made to keep you closed.
Every time you are going to fight, a part of your soul will destroy yourself.

You?re one of all those prisoners who fell inside the web, used to become spies.
A puzzle of a strategy like this hides universal cracks.
Believe me: Without us, World would overcome with Nothing.?

(Thanks to dragon for these lyrics)