Manifesto You never read the lines Manifesto from a festival Preparing every night Another show for the living Suffered and crafty people The truth is where they are In trance, get into it You are still looking for What you had there at all times You call it, true will And now I ask you to wear the skin of the conqueror... Dance with the dead All I can give you are these rhymes I wrote for you They are not from heaven. Dead music for the living takes my heart Now god is Dead It's Dead, It's Dead, It's Dead Manifesto You never read the lines Manifesto from a festival Preparing every night Another show for the living Suffered and crafty people The truth is where they are In trance, get into it You are still looking for What you had there at all times You call it, true will And now I ask you to wear the skin of the conqueror... Dance with the dead All I can give you are these rhymes I wrote for you They are not from heaven. Dead music for the living takes my heart That heart is Dead It's Dead, It's Dead, It's Dead