As the man I am, I dislike   More purities and feelings send   Into the extacy I hate   Nobody controls me   Maybe it's because nobody wants to   Anyway      They watch the terror   In a maze full of gray we shall rest   Incomplete, fictive mirror   Enchanting the way, I do at my best      When a man disconnects, he will lie   A tale telling meyhem inquiries leading   The poor suckers brain   I'm one of those men   But hey then again: Who's to say      Grey is coming, a broken frame      On the cross, my mirror   Unattended my body decays   A future loss, aching nearer   Soon I'll meet the boss      [The band is talking:]   - Der var et eller andet, jeg syntes der var et eller andet med...   jeg spillede helt ved siden af, jeg tunkte kun pÂ¥ den dukke der   - tihi   - Jeg syn... lagde du ikke m¦rke til hvor mange riffs jeg spillede forkert?   - Jojo      [which translates to something like:]      [- There was something, I thought there was something about... I was]   [playing all wrong... I was only thinking about that doll, you know]   [- (laughing) Teehee]   [- I thin... Didn't you notice how many riffs I played wrong?]   [- Yeah, sure]