No change no pleasure no jokes no sex
No choice no morals no ethics no depth
No colour no fight no freedom no life

Profound creation, temptation is swept

I hear knocking on my door


I wonder how it's possible
That I just sit here in my room

Watching some TV
Thinking of nothing and nothing
And I don't know how

Does anybody have the nerve
To come to my door
And sell the world of God


I wonder what's the remedy
And I can move on with my life

Before you people are through
With the extinction of the universe


You save the world from me
I wonder who will be left over...