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...