Take a look onto yourself and then tell me what you see   Is there more behind the scheme deep inside your shelfs   Take a look onto yourself you are nothin’ but a whore   You didn’t know me before but just put me in your shelfs   Take a look onto myself and then tell me what you see   I knew you wouldn’t like it – just hate me…      The solitude of your eyes makes me sad   Guess, how boring your life must be – I can’t believe you are glad – a   unique as you are – is often alone   A loner like you are – a smile never shown   Your only dress – your uniform – tell me, could it be, you look like the   others?!      No joking – no laughing – just live your own loneliness   Just breathing – just walking – outside of everything you love   So alone – your solitude – misantrophy will be your dead – once upon   – the black will devour you      From higher thrown you look down on me   Am I unworthy – of your society   Shall I feel small beside you – like all the others do   Shall I pray for you – like all the others do   Did you ever spent a second for thinking about the way you’re treating   me?      It’s getting dark outside today – and here your company comes –   marching there – uniformed black – white face – black eyes – black nails   – but don’t you forget – the angry look – you damn sinners!