As the man I am, I dislike More purities and feelings send Into the extacy I hate Nobody controls me Maybe it's because nobody wants to Anyway
They watch the terror In a maze full of gray we shall rest Incomplete, fictive mirror Enchanting the way, I do at my best
When a man disconnects, he will lie A tale telling meyhem inquiries leading The poor suckers brain I'm one of those men But hey then again: Who's to say
Grey is coming, a broken frame
On the cross, my mirror Unattended my body decays A future loss, aching nearer Soon I'll meet the boss
Der var et eller andet, jeg syntes der var et eller andet Med Jeg spillede helt ved siden af, jeg tunkte kun p¥ den dukke der Tihi Jeg syn lagde du ikke m¦rke til hvor mange riffs jeg Spillede forkert? Jojo
