Seti

We are the shattered illusions of a perfect world
We are the symptoms of your deceases
We are your self-imposed arch nemesis
And we are your broken hopes and dreams
We are the people of subtopia
And we make no sound underneath the ground
We are the ones you didn’t want us to be
Now were taking over, were breaking free
We are the bastard creation of radiation
We are your filth, lies and dirt
We are manipulated and fabricated
And We are the toxic children of earth
We are the people of subtopia
And we make no sound underneath the ground
We are the ones you didn’t want us to be
Now were taking over, were breaking free
«Your chains cannot shackle us
Your light cannot blind us
Your words cannot deafen us
We are… What you didn’t want us to be»
We are the people of subtopia
And we make no sound underneath the ground
We are the ones you didn’t want us to be
Now were taking over, were breaking free