Made in Sweden

there's a number on your wrist
there's a number in your papers
everyone can tell who you are
just by looking at your face
branded by the scars of living
soaked in the essence of life
another helpful piece of puzzle
another useful brick in the wall

there's a stage for every play
there's a part for you to play
everyone else is playing along
just like it's supposed to be
in a game that never ends
in a world of cheery pretence
another dummy pulled by strings
another face among the masses

there's no telling when it ends
there's no secret exit door
everyone has their own clocks
just to make sure to be on time
for the greatest show of all
for the final curtain call
another soundwave of applause
another last bow before the end