Without sight and hearing

Only with the sence of touch

Illusory affection they sought

Far away from truth's lucid eye

A cold hand of help

Morbid state of habit

A matter of principle

Can you refuse?

Who the fuck are you?

King of logic

In the land of the damned

Obsessed with the dream

Of life after death...

...and hope



King of logic

In the land of the damned

Obsessed with the dream

Of life after death...

...and hope

For some quality time

Residing in concrete cells

Who are we to judge?

Who are you to question?