Razor sharp I cut
The bull from my life
Too blunt your knife
To slay this dreamer
We might be dogs astray
No running line will hold us
So rather kick and k** me
I'll be butchered all the same
No words are spoken
But the world is broken
'Cause I want something
Something all wrong done
A life instead of mere living
Folding crumbling withering oh hell
What difference when working the way
The crown of my work
Is what I shall gain
At the end of my days
Daylight awake to a puppet world
No strings attach to this body of mine
Folding crumbling withering oh well
The punished pushed along the line
All my actions, all my moves
A life all mine to lose
The crown of my work
A life all mine to lose
A life all mine
Is what I choose
At the end of my days
[Trickster G & Anneke van Giersbergen]