Feeling like I am out of touch Twisted icy hands detach Seeing through this sad jigsaw Stitch-work cancer working through Every saying has its day Every plaything goes away Eyes excuse words to abuse It's seeing through what's safe to say Fascination with the truth Doesn't get much closer to Those things come in very clear Witch head corset disappear Every stasis finds the truth Every detail has its word Lies surrounding mounds of lies The stinking piles of underlines Who do I have to fuck? I don't know (x4) Burning down the system Tearing down the system Tear down the system Burn down the system Tearing down the system Tripping down the system Chase down the system Tripping down the system... Who do I have to fuck? I don't know (x4) Every saying has its day Every plaything goes away Eyes excuse words to abuse It's seeing through what's safe to say Every stasis finds the truth Every detail has it's word Lies surrounding mounds of lies The stinking piles of underlines Who do I have to fuck? I don't know (x4)