2000 years and we’re still talking about nonsense.
A decadent parade, advancing slowly, step by step.
Waiting for the daily bread, uncultivated minds made sterile by habits.
Twisted fingers, praying hands - do you really need it?
Just tell me what’s the use of burying your thoughts alive.
You’re nothing but marbles rolling into dark slots.
You say you’re happy with it – do you really mean it?