Turning to myself the old breed is standing
In front of natural human
The wrong side of forty years
There's something wrong with me

I don't know what I should believe
Where I want there's not much to see

Think I knew before it was over
If you understood how to say
Written order between the lines
Leave this hell without fear

I don't know what I should believe
Where I want there's not much to see
If you feel you can be on my side
Love yourself before you hate

All these visions passing by a mind
With a turtle eyes I could see
Anyhow it's on the way
What could better be
Love yourself before you hate