Naked Truth

We're watching life through opaque windows

Locked up in the hermetic world

Of doctrines and rules

We're all the same

Equally overage and thoughtless

Equally frightened

Living in shame is the only choice

We laugh though we want to cry

Wrapped in foil we hang in shop windows

The 'puppet master' leaves us on the edge of an abyss

None of us can change this

None of us can overcome this

We're just another number in the statistics

Like non humans deprived of feelings and dreams

[Solo: Mister]

Each day coded on a electronic chip

Our time expires

Our death coded on a electronic chip

We're dying!