Your thoughts are simple   You scream it out   Your expression is grim you   Dont have to be loud   But one day is coming   You just can't avoid   Your thougts get assuming   Your fingers adroit      Ref.   muscles reaching the line of pain   sending memories in holy brain   your own deception appears as true   paves the way for the absent clue      You build a weapon-thing   that should free your mind   So that would grow two wings   On your own behind      In the margin of madness   You don't realize   That things are blest   Which you criticize   That the world is colorful   Which you see in grey   And the men aren't cruel   That you see every day