Across the lines  On the cities careless lips  It is my time  To sense the times  Drink classroom milk  Smell the spirit of shopping streets  Live sixth day paradise  Visit my disguise    Stripped  Unreal    Across the tracks  Head to tense steel  Cracked by corrosion  The car caught the future plan  Dressed in cheap juvelry  Waiting to get cut in three  Head kicked between players  The steps will stay    Landscapes changed  With pornography  I'm sold at the streets  For what I've got  Coughing moral blood  Sweating out the compassion  In panic regret  I refine my excrement    A house is built  A round my crucifiction  It has doors at both ends  To let the dead through  I lay in the basement  Bathing in my new blood  Forcefed on classic peotry  And trivialistic thrills  A midsommer day  The family gathers  To enjoy the pain  And to exterminate all escapes    The distance is never too big  To lifes frame  Your freedom is your remote control  The last nail in the coffin  Fits me well  It fits me well  Society