"The subtitle in Latin (after Vergilius) freely translated means ® Gods deliver the  earth from such a pest ¯. A feeling that comes to mind whenever being  confronted with mass hysteries. When someone famous dies millions of people  who never even met the person are shedding tears, artists are recording songs  for the funeral and millions of records are being sold. Pathetic. Soap series  polluting the TV screen consumed by ignorant masses. Jetset people living in  their ivory tower cultivating ® the cult of personality ¯, all so tiring. Artificial  values become standard. The each his own, I am aware, nevertheless this track  to show our disrespect for sheep, how arrogant this may sound. Vocals  performed in this way, exactly how I felt when thinking of the people described."    It is so amusing  To see you clap your hands  To some else's tune  So pleasant to hear you speak  Words created by others  Quite easy to follow  Another person's steps  Convenient to walk a path  Secured by others    Ever thought about finding your own?  What about integrity?  Where did you hide your soul?  What about finding your own?  Individuality?  Where did you hide your soul?    Your eyes are red  Your voice is rough  But is it your song  You are chanting?    Speaking way too loud  Slogans I have heard before  Tapping your foot  To someone else's tune?    Where did you hide your soul?