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