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Zombified workaholics labouring Turning this malediction into voluptuousness Satisfied with worthless achievements Soul-destroying and trivialising Making us impersonal Adopting life styles that we do not like Soldiers, slaves to consumer society Transformed into objects without a spirit In pursuit of temporal goods Moving away from the inaccessible eternity We are but frantic zombies Consumers of flesh in all its forms Satiating day after day our vile needs Repeating the same empty gestures In an unconscious funeral march I'm searching in vain for a metaphysical link Between our most repetitive acts Those marking the rhythm of our day And that certainty of nothingness Breaking through my insomnia We live in the shadow of death We're worshiping it behind derived imagery From crucifix to images of God From labour to our foolish amusements Without knowing that death is guiding us We're continuously running away from it Giving meaning to our lowest acts But suffering from all sorts of sickness There is a time at which one must die to remain worthy The fear of void in our hearts Afflicted souls refusing the inescapable nature of death We are aimlessly wandering With the sour taste of a meaningless life Into the anteroom of Nothingness Between the dying and the dead

Зомбированные трудоголики трудятся Zombified workaholics labouring Превращение этого недомогания в сладострастие Turning this malediction into voluptuousness Удовлетворены бесполезными достижениями Satisfied with worthless achievements Разрушающий душу и банальный Soul-destroying and trivialising Делая нас безличными Making us impersonal Принятие стилей жизни, которые нам не нравятся Adopting life styles that we do not like Солдаты, рабы общества потребления Soldiers, slaves to consumer society Превращается в объекты без духа Transformed into objects without a spirit В погоне за временными товарами In pursuit of temporal goods Отойдя от недоступной вечности Moving away from the inaccessible eternity Мы просто безумные зомби We are but frantic zombies Потребители плоти во всех ее формах Consumers of flesh in all its forms Насыщать день за днем ​​наши мерзкие потребности Satiating day after day our vile needs Повторяя те же пустые жесты Repeating the same empty gestures В бессознательном похоронном марше In an unconscious funeral march Я напрасно ищу метафизическую ссылку I'm searching in vain for a metaphysical link Между нашими самыми повторяющимися действиями Between our most repetitive acts Те, которые отмечают ритм нашего дня Those marking the rhythm of our day И эта уверенность в ничто And that certainty of nothingness Прорываясь через мою бессонницу Breaking through my insomnia Мы живем в тени смерти We live in the shadow of death Мы поклоняемся We're worshiping…