[Intro]
(Whispers)

[Verse 1]
This screen is talking to me
Hypnotizing me and lying to me
Injects anxiety deep into my subconscious and transmitting to me
All of the poison and junk that they sell me seeps inside me
Everything here is documented and captured
Human relations are built upon interests, everyone is against everyone
Who is the highest in the ladder, and what are our ambitions;
Nice faces, a perfect body, to fuck half of the world and to talk about it, cry about what we don't have and bitch about it
To poison, to engineer and duplicate it
We are degenerated in a systematic manner
Sociopaths, anemic, apathy
Whores of likes
There is no aspiration for singularity at all
And that's the rules and there are no exceptions
Buying, dressing and talking the same
It's all about being a part of, to be talked about, to be popular
They give me an illusion of world fame
Production line of singers, dummies on ropes of a manager
All of the record companies are a mafia, styled evilness
Organized crime in a white collar

[Chorus]
Bro, don't think too much
We will forever live as an American shadow
Leave everything and quickly catch a sit
Look, everyone is bowing to the golden calf

[Verse 2]
And how everything goes back to the same point
A lonely soul in a lost nation, bread job
There is no money, there is no living without a certificate
There is no peace, no shit, there is no "sorry" no "thank you"
There is no honer between a man to a man
There is no honer between a man to god
Lost in the darkness and don't see one another deep inside the mess
With racism and discrimination back from the kindergarten
Don't apologize, you're an American shadow everything is translated
Stand at attention, stay at ease, perfect robot
Everything is deep fried, the mind is fried
After all we forgot where we came from, so where will we go from here?

[Chorus]
Bro, don't think too much
We will forever live as an American shadow
Leave everything and quickly catch a sit
Look, everyone is bowing to the golden calf

[Verse 3]
This costume is selling me lies
Dividing and ruling us, feeding from the ruptures and cracks
The screen is selling an Hollywood fantasy, closeness and corruption
Transmitting me violence and incitement
So lets reap each other until blood comes out
Drown holy land with blood, that's the nature of man kind
Every evening in the living room—men, women, girls and boys infront of this cursed screen that does what it wants with us
Be hostile towards the different or be jealous
To want to finish our life with a single bullet down the barrel
Here's the screen, zombie, shut up and have fun
Buy and be scared, bro, be scared and buy
Search for the redemption, where's the address?
The holy land transformed to the land of not making ends meet
Attacks and inferno
Jerusalem of gold or Petah Tiqwa of copper
Massiah isn't seen in the distance
This screen is chaining us and making money from us
And I think it's our own fault
Pushing us to the corner and doesn't say "Dayenu"
Despise us, and laugh on us
They say: "In Russia we were doctors..", that "In Ethiopia we were ignorant cause we came from villages.. we dreamt of hope, a colorful future for the kids.. we came here and got fucked in the face.."