Razor sharp I cut   The bull from my life   Too blunt your knife   To slay this dreamer      We might be dogs astray   No running line will hold us   So rather kick and kill me   I'll be butchered all the same      No words are spoken   But the world is broken      'Cause I want something   Something all wrong done   A life instead of mere living   Folding crumbling withering oh hell   What difference when working the way      The crown of my work   Is what I shall gain   At the end of my days      Daylight awake to a puppet world   No strings attach to this body of mine   Folding crumbling withering oh well   The punished pushed along the line   All my actions, all my moves   A life all mine to lose      The crown of my work   A life all mine to lose   A life all mine   Is what I choose   At the end of my days      [Trickster G & Anneke van Giersbergen]