What's in these eyes? What's in this mind? Is tehre anyone who'd like to find out? So fast and deep So free and blind Ignorance cuts the wrist of your doubt And all your dreams Are TV themes And your big love is a stunt The human kind is just an animal On a hunt The sickness sells The sadness sells Pick up your favourite death from the store You're just the mouse in your rught hand Give it away and wish for some more Cause all your hopes Are your night dopes The end is here every day The human kind is so on the run So run away