Now we stop to breathe yeah, cause every try would be in vain. Now we stop to be and die again. It´s all hollow words now, now as everything´s been said. It´s all hollow life now, and all we get ...no. What more to expect, when death is on parole, step aside, step aside for the bone patrol. Now we stop to speak yeah, cause every word is but a drone. Now we stop to be and die alone. What more to expect, when death is on parole, step aside, step aside for the bone patrol. Right here, right now, bone patrol´s in town, and everything is cut what once was bound. Right here, right now, the grey men stand. Once and for all, until the very end. What more to expect, when death is on parole, step aside, step aside for the bone patrol.