Slayde is my buddy, my pal, he is my brother I'am one, he is the other  

When the sun shines, he is my shadow  

And when the moon is high, it's at his feet I'lie  

But i'll never listen to what slayde says  

I'll never listen to what slayde says  

Slayde's always talking, and it's rarely nice  

He's always whispering his poisonous advice  

He is secretive, ruthless and cold  

He mentions just enough and leaves the rest untold  

He said, "don't ever risk an open attack, just smile into their faces and then stab them in the back"  

But slayde, I'said, what about the weak,  

The helpless and the small?  

He just sneered and said, "fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all"  

He said I'am a murderer, although i've killed no one  

You talk in puzzles slayde, I'said,  

What have you really done?  

"I've cut the twining cord, i've shot the turtle dove, i've shut out that precious light that shines from above" Slayde, you are a poet, I'said  

But what are you truly speaking of?  

He smiled and whispered, „I murdered love" he smiled and whispered,  

„I murdered love"  

I guess I'hate him, no, that's not really true  

He's not completely bad,  

Sometimes he'll crack a joke or two  

I guess i've grown accustomed to his funny ways  

It's not his fault that he was made that way  

I hear him in my sleep, I'see him in my dreams  

I see him crouched before some terrible machine  

And then I'face a mirror and he steps in between  

Can you tell me, what does this mean?  

Can you tell me, what does this mean?  

Now I'lay me down to sleep and pray to god my soul to keep  

If I'should die before I'wake  

You'll know i've made my escape but there is one step i'll never take  

I'll never listen to what a slayde says...