Day after day you sit before the window Watching people pass by All of them are cogs in the machine Joy you are not the same as them Quite a useless part you are Retarded you are Blessed you are
What is hidden behind your boyish eyes? What's behind your pictures? Will you reveal those melodies that play in your ears? Or will you yield those voices? Quite a useless part you are Helpless boy you are Shame you are Jerk you are Die