Men Behind the Sun Songtext
von Patrick The Pan

We
We are just a form
Of reaching what you want
What your sick dreams brought

You
You think you rule this town
But there are cracks on your crown
There are cracks on your pride

And our bodies are floating down the stream
What is left from us, will end up in the bin

There
Were many just like us
Wandering around
Just waiting for your knives


And you
Hold the future in your bloody hands
Live sacrificed for science
Leads to murble monuments

While our bodies are floating down the stream
What is left from us, will end up in the bin

Gold and silver are not enough
Watch the pills keeping us calm
Can you feel it?

Gold and silver are not enough
Watch two bodies becoming one
Can you see it?
Harmony turns into storm

Pain is illusion
You want to live
So we′re gonna play the men behind the sun

Pain is illusion
You want to live
So we're gonna play the men behind the sun


Pain is solution
To keep living
So we keep playing the men behind the sun