No change, no pleasure, no jokes, no sex
No choice, no morals, no ethics, no depth
No color, 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...