Just do your work calmly, don't even go home
Don't be surprised, soon there will be none
Build up your career and nothing's a bother
Even if the kids won't have a father
At the front of the screen
They just stuffing your mind
You have to buy everything
If you want to feel fine

On the conveyor belt the superstars bloom
You can see their* happiness and even their doom
They rise them up then threw them to the ground
The profit is the thing that only will count
It's such a big thing that a bald-headed
Burnt-out superstar keeps on parading
Lets take care of her, what she needs is help
And the country's protectors are as good as dead

They keep distracting us from the important parts
We're drowned in commercials from a big fucking box
This whole new world isn't about our part
Only about those who watches us from afar
If you don't have money you don't worth a thing
You are alone and if you achieve something
You can only be thankful for your own work
Because that is what you rightfully earned

Sometimes a little sparkle shines up
But at the same time it gets shut off
Because nobody wants it, they don't understand
They don't talk about it, it's not in the trend
They are trying to make you stupid
So they can control you like a puppet

Doesn't matter if something goes well
What we want is just the disaster
You don't even hear that the truth has won
But if someone dies now that's a sensation
We don't care about what is the real treasure
The mentality changed, so does the measure
Don't join in to the line, don't put up a mask
Just be yourself and see a world which is chaste