Cultural distortion leads us all nowhere, show me all the stats and idle rates.
Will I moan them? I’ll regret somehow.
But I don’t know man… I call it progress.

Cultural distortion leads us all nowhere, show me all the stats and idle rates.
If I’m the underdog, I won’t believe your polls, neither dilettantes or fucking indigos.

I’m trippin’ with this song while I call you alien cause you’re message is not love neither hope.

So you impose me quotas cause I deny your rules. Yeah you impose me quotas, you dumb fools. I won’t follow you, you dumb fool. (I’m no slave).