I say: To be living brings me down   In a way, I'm what you call a pimp      Soap won't wash away your shame   I'll sell, whatever there's to be sold   In hell, I'd sell my own poor soul      Where are you going with that mask I found you   You're running through the world   Thinking only about tomorrow   In your dreams, I'll do all the things you say      Your guess, is just as good as mine   But no, I cannot justify your ways   Take care, cause hurtable as hell   I wear, I wear the hardest shell      Daybreak, you're returning   And I know that you want to play   When I see the sun going down   The eyes in my head, see the world spinning around