Entering in the headtime

I don't know your fuckin thoughts but I can imagine them
If you want you can scream or you can go away
No one listen to you or searches for you because you are strange
And now no one wait no one call you and like a lamb start to run

Entering in the headtime

You can't swim now with your hands or with your fuckin' legs
And butt-pirates are on the alert and you must be trained to
Recognize them because their brain is full of shit but they always
Have the reason at their side as a puppy on the lead they scream "shut up"!

I want my space beetwen two rails
You feel upset for my way of life

Sooner or later I say
Your fuckin' eyes glance in my direction
Your fuckin' cold eyes
Unmoved indifferent eyes
I'll come near you
And I say "oh what a great man"
Then I take my friend and I'll point on your fuckin head then I...

No wait - who are you now?
Stop it - I can't stop it
You must wait - I can't, I can't
I wanna fuck his fuckin eyes
You wait maybe I listen
You wait maybe I listen
You wait maybe I listen
I don't know

I want my space beetwen two rails
You feel upset for my way of life

Entering in the headtime