(Music: Jivarp, Henriksson)
Wrestled on its back
The ego showed his face
Charged up, recieving
Came out knowing
Hopeless intrusion
Where nothing can be found
Strewn, the seeds were wasted
On the innocent in awe
Fruitless connection
In the ripeness of his age
Drawn and thrust in anger
The dagger once again will fail
It_s over
If nothing comes along
It_s over for you
So in denial stand where shame is not
And unto others fall
The blame, the guilt,
The others fault
Come on now-