What's in these eyes?
What's in this mind?
Is tehre anyone who'd like to find out?

So fast and deep
So free and blind
Ignorance cuts the wrist of your doubt


And all your dreams
Are TV themes

And your big love is a stunt
The human kind is just an animal
On a hunt


The sickness sells
The sadness sells

Pick up your favourite death from the store
You're just the mouse in your rught hand
Give it away and wish for some more


Cause all your hopes
Are your night dopes

The end is here every day
The human kind is so on the run
So run away