• Looks like, looks like

    That I pretended to be

    something I never wanted

    I never wanted to see




    Look away, look away

    Now I, false and a half

    somewhere on the road to myself

    lie naked apon the path




    Look apon, look apon

    the dusty plains of the west

    isolated from the world

    where one weak does rest




    Look quick, look quick

    the train to my mind

    is leaving shortly

    and please leave what you find




    Speak not, speak not

    I know not of that tounge

    and I hardly know anything

    with a rotting brain, heart and lung




    My identity lost, lost far away

    I guess, I guess, that thats the price one should pay