Never would I be the one to throw a stone in a glass house
But the walls are stone and the roof is made of steel
We are not free, there's no landscape to behold
We will die in this prison while pretend that we don't toil

We see images of a life and we pretend that we were there
And let it feed us with the lies we all shared
On our walls, our pages, for the things are really real
We disconnect from one another and we hide from what we feel

Those who own don't want us to have a leader
Their followers will lead us
We wouldn't recognize a leader if we see one
We are all fed a view of life and punished if we don't like

And they'll stand, raising their hands
Promising to lead us, but you know that they never can
They are powerless puppets, hanging by a string
If they want they'll cut the chord
But you know they never will

When they tell you not to worry
That's when you should run like hell
When they tell you they are sorry
Look for a knife in you back

While most escape to that dark space
And pretend that this prison is a nice place
That we're walking among flowers, yet our feet meet only stone
There's so few of us that can feel the cold

So we all run the course and hope, that in the end we'll get a prize
But the course is endless, no goals, and there's no eyes
To see us as we run faster towards the day we die
We all feed the machine with our souls and our lifes

Those who own your loans don't want a leader
They want to continue to cheat us
That's why there are little puppets there to feed us
These lies and this speeches created by those of a single mind
Where greed and an illusion of the power comes alive

So remember, the followers lead the rest of us deceived
So choose your place in history
Another body amongst a billion who died chained to a lie
Or will you break free your will and your mind?

When they tell you to not worry
That's when you should run like hell
When they tell you they are sorry
Look for a knife in you back
Look for a knife in you back