We We are just a form Of reaching what you want What your sick dreams brought You You think you rule this town But there are cracks on your crown There are cracks on your pride And our bodies are floating down the stream What is left from us, will end up in the bin ♪ There Were many just like us Wandering around Just waiting for your knives And you Hold the future in your bloody hands Live sacrificed for science Leads to murble monuments While our bodies are floating down the stream What is left from us, will end up in the bin Gold and silver are not enough Watch the pills keeping us calm Can you feel it? Gold and silver are not enough Watch two bodies becoming one Can you see it? Harmony turns into storm ♪ Pain is illusion You want to live So we're gonna play the men behind the sun Pain is illusion You want to live So we're gonna play the men behind the sun Pain is solution To keep living So we keep playing the men behind the sun