Flat on your back   Your senses are lost   And you're what you are   What you are   Just 'cause you mean    What you say   That's not saying   That you're so far in the clean !   Nothings means anything      Last of the pack !   Your image dissolve   And your life unresolves   unresolves      we show that we fall apart   we know it to be an art   we know this is the only way things go   because all you've seen is all you know   all my children slaughter me   all that what is thought to be !   all the snakes that are on my back   look on back and never laugh      nothing is now mine   nothing mine is left behind   nothing round your back   maybe now we could relax      i'm in the breeze believe me   nothing is seen really   all is in the mind see me   I am a lie really