On the run for these Gods We hardly could see Called the System or Power Or Religion or greed We are met by procedures Of your angels in blue With no fucking idea About what or 'bout whom To make us feel at home We are put behind bars To narrow for daylight To wide for the stars But we're merely strangers No aliens, you know So don't close your eyes 'Cause they won't let us show Chorus: No paradise for us (2x) Some nice civil servants Accidentally smiled They call us by numbers Send us back as a file The cleaner the skill The smoother the lie The softer the kill And still silent they cry Repeat Chorus