3 acessos
what once was hope,
what once was our beautiful
dreams they have now turned
into simple ashes
we live and die with numbers
carved upon our backs as
capitalism oils us like
heartless machines
we play the puppet
while they play the
master and while
we live by the clock,
we're just names,
we're just numbers
history stays the same
as we're just one more
blank page we continue
to disguise our cynical
smiles and desperate
eyes and as we keep playing these roles,
we continue to dance dance these saddest songs,
our songs of destruction we're just names,
we're just numbers while
we live by the tick of the clock
we live and die with numbers
carved upon our backs
we're just a few more names...