Just thoughtless words of filth filled with influence You no longer feel the presence of wit Losing all self made shape is an easy step up And reality is a maze being truly unable to lie Simplicity, the twisted lifework, so full of might, your cheap disguise Trust me with no fucking doubt but pride Learn at last to read now between the lines Weakness for remorse is an instrument And irony means wisdom if you are soon to try The sicker things will join me now! Out of mind, revering echoes, so full of shit, your plastic kingdom