roles accustomed, strings attached, mastered the art of living by dying, we`re the living dead, the worker bees, the human meatstock led to slaughter, we`re all like skeletons dancing to the rythm of our bones, was bleibt mensch wenn der alltag das leben bestimmt and only function remains, was bleibt mensch wenn der tage zu neige geht and i`m not sure what i`m living for, this isn`t living, this isn`t real, this isn`t me, this could never be me, it`s all i want to be free, please promise it will be alright again, take me out of here, just take me anywhere, sometimes i desire anything just to feel alive, still dying to live.