Devil Ate My Son - 24 Hours [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Focused on efficiency it ?s the path of isolation
That binds our eyes to a numb sympathy 24 hours
365 days possessed by the cash crop
Indifference becomes an esteemed virtue
Again information has been withhold
To ensure trademark stability
Exporting war- medical research
The benefit is based on slavery
Bodies `ve been buried under the footprints of
Pharmaceutical efforts
The glory sold as wisdom
Though we swallow pins and nails
Perverted abstract patterns
That place the pistol on our temples
Bodies `ve been buried under the footprints of
Pharmaceutical efforts
Where amnesty leaves heroin graves
In a land where names disappear in the deserts
And profit is obtained by thieves and snakes