As the man I am, I dislike

More purities and feelings send

Into the extacy I hate

Nobody controls me

Maybe it's because nobody wants to

Anyway

They watch the terror

In a maze full of gray we shall rest

Incomplete, fictive mirror

Enchanting the way, I do at my best

When a man disconnects, he will lie

A tale telling meyhem inquiries leading

The poor suckers brain

I'm one of those men

But hey then again: Who's to say

Grey is coming, a broken frame

On the cross, my mirror

Unattended my body decays

A future loss, aching nearer

Soon I'll meet the boss

[The band is talking:

- Der var et eller andet, jeg syntes der var et eller andet med...

jeg spillede helt ved siden af, jeg tunkte kun p¥ den dukke der

- tihi

- Jeg syn... lagde du ikke m¦rke til hvor mange riffs jeg spillede forkert?

- Jojo

which translates to something like:

- There was something, I thought there was something about... I was

playing all wrong... I was only thinking about that doll, you know

- (laughing) Teehee

- I thin... Didn't you notice how many riffs I played wrong?

- Yeah, sure]