War is old so we don't feel it now We broke the berlin wall but we make no sound What's a word of truth when you can't be true To anyone or yourself Anyone's got truth it's not the head that counts Is our house still a box Are we all still the same Conversation's old make's my fingers numb I never know what to say Marx and engels plays think i'll be ok Cuz what's a word of truth when you can't be true To anyone or yourself Anyone's got truth it's not the head that counts Is our house still a box Are we all still the same Who is there left to blame Are we all still the same I play the game hope that the day won't fade away Still i play the game watching the day just fade away I stay awake hope that the day don't fade