歌词
Dead to the world I am
Death as an illusion of phantasm
Imaginary House
You're in my fantasy land
Success is shaking hands
We're all on top of things
I love the mornings when I get to colour myself in
I get no nourishment
I am a sour boy in a golden crown
Yeah there's always ups and downs
But I'm getting tired of the runaround
To achieve and to avoid
To chew or spit it out
I love the mornings when I get to colour myself in red
How nice, to feel nothing
How nice, to feel nothing
I am man incomplete there is no light left in me
How nice, to feel nothing
There is no when or why
It is just me inside this mystery
It's becoming zebra striped
It's all gone black and white and I know it's not just me
Why won't you name your price
I'll pay it 15 times
I love the mornings when I get to colour myself in red
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
How nice, to feel nothing
How nice, to feel nothing
I am man incomplete there is no light left in me
How nice, to feel nothing