We saw you hide behind your gleaming face That let you come through What you are is nothing but superficial Knowing that - This is not you - just a blur - An all-insulated hidden nightmare The best will always be the winners Sometimes with honesty of crossed fingers And all this cheering becomes a thirsty work What counts? Good nature? - I fail! That's so far away - so far from truth - so countless miles from anywhere The best will always be the winners Sometimes with honesty of crossed fingers We saw you hide behind your gleaming face that let you come through What you are is nothing but superficial Your well-armed interest - so deeply embedded that the lies can not scratch the surface And you think we're the ones that go to the polls To cast your ballots - or call it bollocks? So I would take this with a pinch of salt But what counts? Good nature? - so we all fail! And you fail - let's open the curtain and get rid of this plight.