Lords of power Transform you to androids Controlled Androids To work in the metropolis Or die in any war But they have forgotten Those created androids
They are not entirely perfect Because they have Their own feelings And so they suffer a lot Through the given life conditions Young rebels appear
Not accepting being androids
Giving origin to alternative tribes Thinking in justice and mutation We have to study power To be able to defeat it We are in big number And always younger Rebel against power Structered and commanded
By a great thinking We will really be free These sentences are Nothing more than memories Words of a rebel android That wishes to end With the glory of few And the suffering of a lot
