Is this revenge, this modern, mortal plague?
Has science failed or is progress none?
No words spoken but I still hear
«No urgency — this concerns only…»
The weak — the outcasts
The weak — the worthless
Nameless white-robes exploring the unknown
Manipulating with human lives
And through this wickedness, I ask myself
Who pulls the string, who doesn’t care?
Murderers — in disguise
Murders — well disguised
Last call for faith or progress
Last call for life
Nowhere to run or hide
…When science fails