You don't know what they're giving but you dont take it away You do your battle dancing on the chords they play How can you be shure that everything you know is correct All the knowledge you got, will take you to the past Movement in not an improvment, it's global swindle If your life is a vein, than movement is a needle All your ghosts from the past Let the demons rest Can you just pass, can you just pass And let the demons rest You are just a number, a flash in the light Just device to make their filthy ambitions alive They're gonna choose you, screw you, brake you and use you They're gonna leave you laying helpless tied to the ground And just when you thought that you're finaly free Beneath the surface is always something you can't see