As machines we move in this society As machines we reflect our own greed Each piece perfectly revolves Around ignorance As machines we move in this society As machines we reflect our own greed The great architect feeds your fantasies Of an utopic world In this future we walk without return With depression and frailty We reflect our lack of humanity We no longer know how to feel How to love? We only know how to hate We reproduce the archetype How to love? We only know how to hate We reproduce the archetype In this future we walk without looking at yesterday The search for happiness won't be found in this archetype As machines we move in this society As machines we reflect our own greed How to love? We only know how to hate We reproduce the archetype How to love? We only know how to hate We reproduce the archetype Archetype