Die Nelke

We are drifting along without remembering 
We are merely strangling shadows 
We are morose, we are pathetic - we are done 
Look at us now - we are kneeling 
Look at us now - are we kneeling? 
When we should be - weeping with rage 
Or at least be rattling our chains 
Look at us now - we are over 
Look at us now - we are over 
We remain outside the circles 
Watching them turn 
When we are left with nothing to give 
Nothing to [bad word] or conquer 
History smells of traitor 
History smells of [bad word] 
It's flowing in our veins 
It's oozing out through our pores 
When we should be - weeping with rage 
Or at least be rattling our chains 
Look at us now - we are over 
Look at us now - we are over 

You who mistook love for boredom 
You who have no self-control 
You who confuse talking with breathing 
What do you know - of the lives we're leading? 
History smells of traitor - History smells of [bad word] 
And yet again it pours - Death from the skies 
For a sunless life 
When we should be - weeping with rage 
Or at least be rattling our chains 
Look at us now - we are over