Underneath The Mask You've Buried Yourself Into

It's Coal-black

I Am Tired Of The Gulping That You Do

Every Day A New Face

What If I Unscrew

Your Own Identity

Wouldn't You Guess There's Nothing Left Of You?



The Quicksand Of Life Drags Us

Down Into The Circle

One Day. We Might Not Catch You



I Feel Sorry For What You Try To Do

Breaking Others Down. To Try And To Pursue

Your Own Selfish Interests

I Am Starting To Get Sick Of You



Whatever Happened Ever Since You Left

You Make Yourself And Me Look Like Fools