Razor sharp I cut
The bull from my life
Too blunt your knife
To slay this dreamer

We might be dogs astray [bad word] line will hold us
So rather kick and kill me
I'll be butchered all the same

No words are spoken
But the world is broken

'Cause I want something
Something all wrong done
life instead of mere living
Folding [bad word] withering oh [bad word] What difference when working the way

The crown of my work
Is what I shall gain
At the end of my days

Daylight awake to a puppet world
No strings attach to this body of mine
Folding [bad word] withering oh well
The punished pushed along the line
All my actions, all my moves
life all mine to lose

The crown of my work
life all mine to lose
life all mine
Is what I choose
At the end of my days

[Trickster & Anneke van Giersbergen]