Useless feelings
make you follow so many ways
Useless meanings
make you loose so many days

You're still your own puppet
pulling your strings, but you're still like a tap
You're always waiting, for tomorrow, forgetting yesterday whereas
I'm closing my eyes burning this day
burning away

...

my own piligrimage to nowhere tastes bitter to you
you wish I'd wander into your maze, it would be
so easy
Give up

I leave the Holly truthes to you
Heavens, I keep this life, my only one