Lyric

The droves instill a feeling of friendship by identifying allies and foes

Pleasure gained by oppressing the foes

And they believe it's unity

He set the weak up as the villain

The droves called him a hero of us

There's nobody making sure of the nature of the problem

Our sense of crisis was secretly switched with a feeling of satisfaction

You've got it wrong

There's nothing is perfect

Nothing guarantees safety too

Glowboy got two thousand boxes

The droves were suffering from mental illness

They seek the illusion of peace of mind

In the cage, in the prison and in the fence

There's nobody making sure of the nature of the problem

Our sense of crisis was secretly switched with a feeling of satisfaction

You've got it wrong

Reliance and dependence

Guarantee and bankruptcy

You trust doubtful promises easily

Why don't you believe in yourself?

You've got it wrong