No forgiveness for the weary,
And no mercy for the weak,
This world is cold and cruel
As it devours its children.
Helpless are the young ones
Who strive hard to succeed,
For they are now abandoned
And left desolate in despair.
There is no room for success
For all are on the path to fail.
Set up by a beastly machine,
They become enumeration.
The numbers keep on working,
As cogs in the motor\'s wheel,
Producing fruit for the beast.
There\'s no hope for liberation.