He worries no more than he

Necessarily needs to fill his void

As big as space never ending thrill 

He meets his will by choosing hate



Why choosing?

Need us to smile too?

Alright



Struggling to prevail



Foretaste

The aftermath

Which will be black

As black as waste



We'll throw in an extra dance

For just a little over 5 pence

Need us to smile too?

You'll turn our limo into a hearse 

Weighing just enough to run it over your curse

Need us to smile too?



You lie, you lie, you lie



[Anneke van Giersbergen]