How many wars around us How empty are our lives There's a million killed people Polluting Earth For entertainment and powerfile I don't believe in fear I don't believe in pain I believe in myself That's the honest way Cry for the people Nobody can command you Spy on your people Psychology in my brain Psychology in my brain What about the third world problems And medias are moving with you Everywhere you're branded with information But where's the place for you and your own decision Psychology in my brain Psychology in my brain Psychology in my brain Polluting Earth Cry for the people Nobody can command you Spy on your people We can't abuse our gift Our intellect has destroyed too much For entertainment and a powerfile Where is the conscience and discretion We only learned some social roles Which remove us from own decisions and intuition What you wanna Mass of flyers slaves Will die and lay in massgraves And the mass of flyers slaves Will die Will die Nobody can command you Will die Will die