"Stickmen"

Stickmen separating stickmen

Hammering control myths

When control belongs to chaos

Classes and pigeonholes

The stickmen all believe

Make an idol to follow

Become an ideal

That never existed at all

Stickmen molding stickmen

Bending the body

Bending the mind

Messing with the hole of a head

The void of a soul

Stickmen rules for stickmen gods

Justice and democracy

All an illusion

Unconsious stickmen

Clones of the global mold

Kill a stickman

Watch another fill its place

Another meaningless grain of sand

Game of a single rule

Nothing matters

Crush this anthill

No one will care

Especially not the stickmen