Regurgitated Lullaby for the Born Dead Lyrics

Prowling along the edge of misery. Suffocating on hope of better days. Questioning minds fed with the myth of opportunity. Born-dead : Death at birth. Unwanted : Still essential. Exploited : As they want. Born-dead : But shall rise. Destiny chosen by fortunate ones, wounded for life. Can't become a master when you're born a slave. Death for those who will speak loud. Slavery for the shut mouths. Mortification for majority so that masters keep sleeping in their castles built of gold. A child's dream, nothing but dreams, will soon start to burn and turn to ashes. The production equation doesn't bring wealth for every one, a thing to benefit the fortunate ones/empowered ones. Awake the born dead.