Razor sharp I cut
   The bull from my life
   Too blunt your knife
   To slay this dreamer
  
   We might be dogs astray
   No running 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
   A life instead of mere living
   Folding crumbling withering oh hell
   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 crumbling withering oh well
   The punished pushed along the line
   All my actions, all my moves
   A life all mine to lose
  
   The crown of my work
   A life all mine to lose
   A life all mine
   Is what I choose
   At the end of my days