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Is my life just not supposed to...?Oh, where are these ?spoils of life??Give it up if there's nothing to be had,Give it up if there's nothingPuppets, predictableWe the innocent peopleAre we feeble? Are we feeble?Take a look and what do you see(The stage, the players)But repetition of history?(No lines, no director)The best laid plans of mice and menAre just meant to be laid once againIf my fate is truly in my handsThen it's time to make an executive decisionOh, where are these ?spoils of life??Give it up if there's nothing to be had,Give it up if there's nothingPuppets, predictableWe the innocent peopleAre we feeble? Are we feeble?We are not the center of the Universe, and we'll never beSongtexteIs my life just not supposed to have any meaning?Oh Plato, how wrong you wereAm I reasonless to reason thus?Oh, where are these ?spoils of life??Give it up if there's nothing to be had,Give it up if there's nothingPuppets, predictableWe the innocent peopleAre we feeble? Are we feeble?Is my life just not supposed to...?Are we evil, are we evil?Or just people, or just people?Are we feeble, are we feeble?As a people, or just evil?Are we feeble, are we feeble?Yes feeble, we're feeble.And we are all rotating...If the World is a stage, the World as a stage,Then all eyes are on us as the audience waitsI refuse to believe we are nothing more than a dot in the skyThere is reason we weren't given wings to fly, We are groundedAnd we are all rotating,We are all rotating on an axis. Aus Songtexte Mania