The jester's sardonic parade Mannequin puppet your limping waltz The dreamer must stay awake Shapeless riddles told by pompous rogues Pantomime preachers present
Empty eyes staring, sunken eyes glaring Drowned in a moment of truth Hourglass ticking, a childs fingerlicking Silhouettoes and gepettoes circling the face of my world You point your finger, I break each and one A handfull of reasons are gone
And I'm sick ' tired of you
Taciturned teasers with tattooed tears A play of shadows they give A blindfolded sejour from Shakespeare to Marx Directions vague and obscene A room, a scene, a private playground The front-row ticket I've got
And I'm sick ' tired of you "˜Cause you're nothing, nothing More from Abstrakt Algebra