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