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...