You live your life as their god masters You think the time will come When you will die and when the others Will own your weak interior Your cover will die and rot in the grave And god's court will try Your helpless soul for it's lived life For it's made mistakes And they'll forgive your fright You live under the strange mask You try to convice yourself That you're realy the same But your soul knows your real face And resists the untrue life This stupid lie You curse this classification And them who gave you the mind You'll have a good education You curse this world you don't want to die And finally this moment comes You lie on your death bed And all days and nights You think how to act You wait for death Lie gives no calm o you But you want to please allmighty god You choose the lie And your soul stays impure