Experience: There is a lady down the hall who paints bu*terflies and insects And there are little statues in the room She works with clay And I went in there And sat on the couch and had something to drink Her life stands still She waited for herself She tried to forget What she once was This way was too long She can't find herself And her life changed She found a new desire And could not get enough She says: I'm deranged It's too hard for me The moon danced around her She felt so alive Showed what she could be She flew too high Into empty skies and She layed down into the stars
Her life stands still She needed for herself She tried to forget What she once was Then I noticed One of the statues had his back turned to us He stood there brooding, poor ba*tard And I asked the lady What's wrong with him? And she said... I'm deranged It's too much for me Pushed me down It's something in my mind Nobody can heal me I found a new desire And could not get enough She dreamed herself away This life seemed not real to her Made wrong decisions And can't find a way out She ruined herself and Did not see what went wrong This was not meant for her