They enter to pray Unknown acquaintances My drugged imagination breeds a depressed cartoon My presence is not so fascinating as my past Though, my money is enough to get you I put away my desire 'cause my dreams still make me tired I play everything from the brain to mind Till the exhaustion shuts my thought My ways are loops The hardest thing to be here Every moment speaks with solitude Be beastly Imagine this You belong to something common Some worn stars in my space They seem free Strange fates all around In the visions of guilty conscience Their pay is their controlled ways And you're there everywhere Alone As if you swam to the bottom And you sulk under someone's skin This mask is fabulous The mirror whispers It's fed by your wounded nature And you can feel it from the other chamber It didn't start today And tomorrow is not the end