I say: To be living brings me down

In a way, I'm what you call a pimp



Soap won't wash away your shame

I'll sell, whatever there's to be sold

In hell, I'd sell my own poor soul



Where are you going with that mask I found you

You're running through the world

Thinking only about tomorrow

In your dreams, I'll do all the things you say



Your guess, is just as good as mine

But no, I cannot justify your ways

Take care, cause hurtable as hell

I wear, I wear the hardest shell



Daybreak, you're returning

And I know that you want to play

When I see the sun going down

The eyes in my head, see the world spinning around