But a number..

Our lives are so degraded, with memories that are faded

Try to erase it 'cause we hate it, with pain that is abated

Dilated opticals when we see belated miracles

But seeing is not always true, give credit where it is due

I'm sufferin' bruises from the war that was fought with blood

Against the heavens from shores that was shot with floods

God cannot hear the, or see the, real motives of believers

Oblivious and the ignorant, they try to deceive them

Under the false consciousness implanted by the government

Sticks of carrots, and opiates of the masses - religion

People need to open their eyes wider, not just the Asians

Do you really believe what they say about foreign investments?

In the system of the capitalist, the workers emerge

They came with empty pockets, so they were happy at first

Until one day they grew disgruntled with the second class treatment

They came to revolt, wanted to make a bold statement

But were too self-interested to even keep it real

Bought over by monetary appeals, they just couldn't stay true

Sucked into the vortex of a vacuum, they were simply consumed

See, these consumers are the real products being consumed

So give them a room for them to wallow in their sorrow

In the darkest nights, no promises you'll see tomorrow

You need a dollar to borrow? But money doesn't exist

You're hallucinated, believin' the value it promises

But the bottom line is this: it is dehumanizing

With all their might they will try to quantify every single thing

From money, to time, to the total human population

From monkeys, to swines, we all have identifications

You are dispensable, nothing more than just a number..