You put a mount around our photo
And you thought that our relationship would easily work
And there was an ad in the newspaper saying: Used identity for sale
Next to me you floated on your cloud made of beer
Inbetween the shards of broken illusions
But hush ... don't talk about it
That's how it is
That the it'll-work-out-defect
The I-have-my-own-thoughts-on-the-matter-aspect
The I-accept-this-object
That's so lousy
That is the get-off-of-my-neck-infect
The what-can-I-actually-do-project
The keep-a-clean-sheet-respect
That is staying alive
Merely staying alive
You have found your alpha wolf and you've never contradicted him
You hid between yesterday and today
The motto was "Well ..." and the scale "What do the people think?"
You became master in passing, in letting others decide
Out of fear that you could do something wrong
You would never risk something
So that you cannot lose anything either