A Frame Of Mind — Illdisposed
As the man I am, I dislike More purities and feelings send Into the extacy I hate Nobody controls me Maybe it's because nobody wants to Anyway
They watch the terror In a maze full of gray we shall rest Incomplete, fictive mirror Enchanting the way, I do at my best
When a man disconnects, he will lie A tale telling meyhem inquiries leading The poor suckers brain I'm one of those men But hey then again: Who's to say
Grey is coming, a broken frame
On the cross, my mirror Unattended my body decays A future loss, aching nearer Soon I'll meet the boss
The Band Is Talking:
- Der var et eller andet, jeg syntes der var et eller andet med... jeg spillede helt ved siden af, jeg tunkte kun p? den dukke der - tihi - Jeg syn... lagde du ikke m¦rke til hvor mange riffs jeg spillede forkert? - Jojo