Paroles: Hatebreed. Satisfaction Is The Death Of Desire. Worlds Apart.

Conditioned to feel nothing. We turn our backs on all the crimes. They say
what we don't know wont hurt us, but nothing could be further form the
truth. Cries fall on deaf ears, and the killing continues.
[chorus]
In your uncaring life - we are worlds apart.
In this race doomed to fail - we are worlds apart.
In this system you support - we are worlds apart.
In my soul - we are worlds apart.