And these neon lights just burn our eyes
While dead air's filling our lungs
We slave away our lives
Instead of dancing in the remains of this forgotten world
We are just the objects of trade in
This death rat-race of this globe gone wild
Tell me what is left for us
Tell me what is left for me
Is it only the paper bag what holds our flesh
And the plastic cup we drink our blood from?
We buy our packaged lives back from
The ones we are selling our souls to
There's a damn good sense of business in here
Reproduced human lives from a pounding heart to a cup of blood
From a breathing body to a bag of shredded burning flesh
You buy, we sell, we buy, you sell, you buy, we sell
You buy, we sell, we buy, you sell, we buy, you sell
This is just a damn fucking circle, and in the end we always lose
Looks like a tiring game we constantly play
But still, we are so easy to be led astray
By this constant agenda
What might help us believe that we will win
By trading ourselves away for a bunch of papers that do have numbers
Are we are the ones who are the numbers ourselves
This is just like a code on our foreheads
This is just like a code on our foreheads
And these neon lights just burn our eyes
While dead air's filling our lungs
We slave away our lives
Instead of dancing in the remains of this forgotten world
We are just the objects of trade in
This death rat-race of this globe gone wild
Tell me what is left for us
Tell me what is left for me
Is it only the paper bag what holds our flesh
And the plastic cup we drink our blood from?
We buy our packaged lives back from
The ones we are selling our souls to
Control, delete, control, delete
Press Enter and erase us from the maps
Times are changing, so be fast
Control, delete, control, delete
Press Enter and erase us from the maps
Times are changing, so be fast
Control, delete, control, delete
Press Enter and erase us from the maps
Times are changing, so be fast
Control, delete, control, delete
Press Enter until we press backspace
Backspace