Plastic people built for a synthetic lifeless world
Nothing new about anyone, neither boys or girls
Unique is an anomaly that threatens production
Unique is a trait that requires deconstruction
With every piece of the whole needed to fit
Pull the plug now, or I'll be forced to endure a refit
Or worse they'll think they made a counterfeit
Then destroy me there in the womb,
Such a fitting place for a perfect tomb
In a plastic place
Where we are required to wear smiles
Upon all of our plastic faces
Wir sind nur schafe zum schlachten
Wir sind nur schafe zum schlachten
Wir sind nur schafe zum schlachten
