Lyrics:

Acted situation
Cheap shadowplay, sold expensive
Triumph of a dying culture

Rotten core surrounded by the faceless circle stream
Rolls like the boom of giant granite cylinders
Exposed victims and their hopeless runs
Breathe in dust with a boot in their neck
The fear in their eyes make spectators hearts
Beat the slow rhythm of executed justice

Spiral progress
Unstoppable, exhausted sources
Replaced by perversion

Now we come down
Down there to the realm of blood
Diving in seas of putrified bodies
Charge yourself during scenes of dying
You will buy again 'cause boredom creates hunger