Из альбома: Still
All dressed in uniforms so fine
They drank and killed to pass the time
Wearing the same of all their crimes
With measured steps they walked in in line
They walked in line
They carried pictures of their wives
And number tags to prove their lives
They walked in line
Full of a glory never seen
They made it through the whole machine
To never question anymore
Hypnotic trance they never saw
They walked in line
They walked in line
Walked in line, walked in line