Naked Truth کے بول

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!