Patterns Of Force

This world we're in, what does it mean?

It's made only men weak-hearted and chained

More stars inside, so afraid

The more I run, the more I freeze

The more we grow, the more we kill

Industry victims that pay the bill

The more people be lost and hurt

There's no choice but to serve

You'll say, "But what can I do?

And what can I say?

And what is the source?

The start and the pause"

Poor people of our nation

A job for peace, for consolidation

Adults turn to stone

Not do they feed on hunger

More deserts to control the minds

Why can't they hear the cry?

A battle's force is a phase

A fabric known to kill and graze

You'll say, "But what can I do?

And what can I say?

And what is the source?

The start and the pause, start and the pause

Start and the pause, start and the pause"