The sunshine prisoner

fastened to chair

thoughtless, he talks to himself

the prince of lunatics

alone with the kids

dogma of monsters exist 

we sing our mantra like this



it wont break my heart 

if the stars fall out of the sky

i'll try hard

the devil is just a mile away



romantic humanist

fast to the grave

thoughtless, a tortured slave

dramatic passionate

alone in the cube

molded from picture tubes



it wont break my heart 

if the stars fall out of the sky

i'll try hard

the devil is just a mile away



late at night,

when the lights turning out

i won't run

when i've not decided yet

if i want to go

i won't know