No change no pleasure no jokes no s** No choice no morals no ethics no depth No colour no fight no freedom no life Profound creation, temptation is swept I hear knocking on my door I wonder how it's possible That I just sit here in my room Watching some TV Thinking of nothing and nothing And I don't know how Does anybody have the nerve To come to my door And sell the world of God I wonder what's the remedy And I can move on with my life Before you people are through With the extinction of the universe You save the world from me I wonder who will be left over...