I also don't know
if it is the right way
but I think I should take it
there's little to stay

how's it come to this I ask
myself in wildest of despair
how did joy become a task
why did take become of share

all the glee and all the lust
under tons of piled up dust
hidden much to hard to find
and escorted by a grind
that grinds slowly on the trust

frames of guilt and shades of shame
The Self bound in their chains
by The Ego deep inside
the master of these pains

But do not believe in it's lies
look it right into the eyes
look closely at it, make it flee
find your slaver now and see
it ripped of it's disguise

This glance is to obtain right now
right now, here and today
I also don't know
if it is the right way
but The Me will just fade if I stay