| You killed my future, | |
| I looked on in pain | |
| I hoped to see a poppy field at the end | |
| My ears did burn, | |
| I recollect your thoughts | |
| You didn't even try to replace your hate for love | |
| You're a matt black box, a pair of unwashed socks | |
| A braincell killer with my life on the rocks | |
| I tried to stamp you out | |
| Shut you out of my mind | |
| All I could do was to keep in line | |
| Never look behind, you never know what you'll find | |
| As a child | |
| I'd hide, as a child | |
| I never was told | |
| I never was told, | |
| I never was told | |
| I got lost in the deep green sea | |
| No source is greater, my moon's a crater | |
| We got left by the forest edge | |
| No source is great | |
| At the end of the day, in the | |
| Autumn years of my like | |
| I simply walk away and shuffle my feet | |
| I'm a stranger that | |
| I'll never meet | |
| My ears did burn, | |
| I recollect your thoughts | |
| You didn't even try to replace your hate for love | |
| You're a matt black box, a pair of unwashed socks | |
| A braincell killer with my life on the rocks |