The body lame
The soul polluted
What about execution now
Or some organ transplantation

I´m sick of all the ways I walk
Bored of all the things I tell
My friends I could believe in
Seems as if I somehow went astray

But anyway I hear a sound
See some shining lights of some shining eyes
Would you please
Date me, Destiny!

I'm wandering careful
But I know
The catcher has no chance at all
I don´t want to but I have to

The taste of rye lies far behind
New purposes still hard to find
A childish way of moving
Keeps me far away from new ideas