In 25 ways on the complete wrong mission I’d be well advised with doing nothing but fishing
in a world of crazy traps and accidents
you can just meander them
the next step might always cause an unexpected tripping
so in danger I might cut my throat while jacket zipping
but what’s the point in fearing scars
when you don’t even own your heart, ‘cause

this body is just for rent
so I intend to get out of it every last cent
I will milk this thing till all bones beneath my skin
give in, to a spirit never meant - for earth travelling

just gimme some bass...to heal these broken limbs
’cause it seems like I‘m putting my bones back together
over and over again

why to live in these times of an imperfect creation
I wanna jump from buildings and bask in radiation
I wanna lose a tooth and grow it back in just a second
I wanna fight like Eddy Gordo in Tekken
but the way this evolution thing has worked in the past
makes me think, we're never really gonna make it this far
if technology keeps pampering our sorry asses
we'll all be feeble freaks in Vader masks, ‘cause
this body is just for rent...

oh god, can’t you see? this is not what we deserve to be fragile monsters walk like zombies
to their certain destinies
now I don’t mind to die one day
but why the maiming along the way?
I don’t expect this to be eden
I just want this place to stop bleeding

‘cause - the meek inherit the earth
but the weak get kicked in the dirt
the fierce will have it their way
the strong prevail
till they too can’t help but say
this body is just for rent...