Putting the liberty, like everything Living/ and venturing Exceed is nothing more than bury The sordid lies, from a funeral past While we will daze the truth With our selfish thoughts We will/ always be puppets, puppets, puppets And when the pure soul Overflow vagueness We will be again Slaves and bastards Burying our dreams In a grave that we had dug And when the pure soul Overflow vagueness We will be again Slaves/ and bastards Burying our dreams In a grave/ that we had dug