We all do things in the world
Every day, every night
We try to hide over our own fellings....

All this is ment to be somthing
But the quesstion is....
Is this real?
Is this thing on?
Testing, 1...2...3

And, to beging whit
Everything is so..... blown away
I try to catch a climt of everything
But it is imposibel....

This memory of yours is it intact?
Over and over, we are your shadow
Trying to feed our own greed whit ignorance
Stoping pills in boxes and put them under the pillow

Now it all will end
And it will not be somthing fanzy about it
Just an ordinary end

THE END!