we'd like to take a year off   to think about   what brought us here and where   and when everything went wrong      now we're standing in the welfare line   in fact we're running   because we're out of tome   we gotta make a living   and there's nothing more left for us      the same badnews is all we get, the same   debt, the same guilt, the same hate   is that really all that's left for us?      Your face is still everywhere but it's   just fragments I guess   That fit so seamless   Into all the other ones   you know far too well   In your fifteen square meter   tied up world   In your fifteen square meter    cracked up world      We go on living with our tv sets   we'll pay out bills and take the threats   but someday wel'll start to think about   what we lost   we lost control now we're objects   we lost our hearts what did we expect   we lost each other now there is really   nothing left for us      nothing - can we regain our consciousness   the remains on the battlefield