at last

[Bass]

who are you and who am i
i cant make up my wicked mind
non existing answer i gave up to find
finally rest, finally the end

there is a time that you give up
the seeking turned out useless
its hard to realize and finally stop
i have to get used to despressed awareness

too much truth i have taken
im sick of reality kicking me around
i might very well be forsaken
my life went on discount

making up plans for the future
nothing gets you more down
a final look at your emotional record
"not fit for life" i had shown

no stones. no bones.
no memories. no extacy's
no life, no love
i might go down
i might go up
im not staying here
and living in fear.