Happenings And Routine Makes It Go Away

The big bald head of a nervous infinity,
is pulling the strings, that move your wooden body.
As you were sworn in to a wooden icon,
not knowing, and supposed to not knowing the materia called life.
Punched into a world, some sick dictator has conceived.
Ah yeah daylight robbery was such an amazing idea.
Slavery of your brothers for any sake, should be it?
You know, just meet other insects at a certain place,
speak certain words at that certain occasion.

Otherwise you´ll bleed, there isn´t too much information,
everybody should understand, unpunished.
Speech is around a very tiny subject, but think what you like?
One day the individual just got blown up and exploded.
The mixture of wish and forced to and irreality was highly dangerous.
A desert turned up... no being around, the dead planet?
Development was killed by a substance, you choose, didn´t you?
It was in your hands, not one to blame.
The chance is gone, only fear and being on the bottom of social life,
you don´t even know about that.