Lyrics:

Conditioned inside and out
To the point of no return,
To what we may have been
Without all this shit we were born into.
Conditioned inside and out to the point of no return
By a world not crafted by hands of our own,
Yet still we march in step to the cadence of its irregular beat.
Poverty,
Depression,
Power and despair;
Power and despair.
Conditioned inside and out to the point of no return,
To what we may have been without all this shit we were born into:
Poverty,
Depression,
Power and despair;
Power and despair.
The damage has been done - irreparable and all-encompassing.
Nature is as archaic word that could never explain this mess.
Words become obsolete like ideas.
And they won't have to burn the books when no one reads them anyway.