I don't intend to be cruel, when honesty comes over me
A heart of stone deserves no place in the sun
A mixture of pity and disgust
Beauty has its price and your wallet is empty
A crack in the mirror
But loss is easily sealed
My overdue confession
God is deaf. Confessions fade away
There's no place in the sun – for you
You may scare the people around you
God is bored and … creative as well
Shut up and surrender to your genes
You lose your face with every step you take
No plastic mask could fix a temper
Your disposition is a moloch and you drown in it