Times are changing, confusion to define

Haunting scars and tokens through my line

We did never actually meet

and now it's too late

I am cold and can no longer entertain

those who don't care



Dreams to conserve the virtual reality

I reach for the level above the (puny) naivety

I saw them like a bunch of slaves

In the depth they are all fakes



In chains my body is bound

I am and you can't change the fact that,

She I love is not she I care for...



I am waiting and waiting and dreaming

But I can't imagine what the dwell is for

Consecrate to the outstanding misery

I fuck the black flaunting leather whore



The touch of this knife makes me wonder....

The say life is so cruel

I guess they're just afraid

to open their minds

and see what's inside?