| Struggling with confusion, | |
| Disillusionment too, | |
| Turn a man into his shadow, | |
| Crying out from hell. | |
| Between his nightmare visions | |
| He sees nothing, only words. | |
| Mad with the beggar's mind, he's but a stranger, | |
| He's been a stranger to himself. | |
| Suspended on a rope | |
| Inside a bucket down a hole. | |
| Hands are torn and bloody | |
| From the scratching at his soul. | |
| Behind his nightmare visions | |
| He sees nothing, only words. | |
| Mad with a beggar's mind, he's but a stranger, | |
| He's been a stranger to himself. | |
| Between his nightmare visions | |
| He sees nothing, only words. | |
| Mad with the beggar's mind, he's but a stranger, | |
| He's been a stranger to himself. |