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 kill 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. . (fonte: site oficial)