Prawda - Szczur

In suits, in concrete glass offices
In suits, in line for the rat trap
That bluish pastel running in a relay
To the sewer where you all will land
In suits, in concrete glass offices
In suits, with a bullet hole in the head or
Flying in the clouds
Needed by no one, no one waits at home
A home you haven't had for a long time

Chorus: Sitting on a powder keg
Many are still waiting in line
At the fountain of tears, mist rises
- The rat race continues

In suits, in concrete glass offices
In suits, like a rat trapped in a closed trap
With your heart in your mouth, squeezing into the crowd
And in the mirror, some Clown
Hits his head against the wall
In suits, in concrete glass offices
In suits, with a noose tightened around your neck
And yet still
Geared for profit, you have nothing left
Squeezed to the pulp, you fall on your face

Chorus: Sitting on a powder keg
Many are still waiting in line
At the fountain of tears, mist rises
- The rat race continues

In suits,
In concrete glass offices
In suits,
In line for the rat trap
With a noose tightened around your neck
Rummaging through the trash
With a history in the background
It turned out that you are nobody