You smile at the camera inside of your hand You feed all your secrets to their promised land A digital puppet attached to the string You dance for the masters and wait for the king The walls are all made out of glass You wait for the sentence to pass Strip the skin and scan the vein We are marching in the chain Just a barcode on the bone Dying in the crowd alone The idols are plastic the myths are a lie They build up the temples to cover the sky The system dictates every thing that you feel You cannot distinguish the fake from the real The walls are all made out of glass You wait for the sentence to pass Strip the skin and scan the vein We are marching in the chain Just a barcode on the bone Dying in the crowd alone No hope No choice No face No voice The destiny written in code We walk on the edge of the road Strip the skin and scan the vein We are marching in the chain Just a barcode on the bone Dying in the crowd alone Barcode on the bone Just a plastic cage Just a plastic cage
