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