Feels like I am spreading a disease
I may be the holder of a plague
I need of a pacemaker cause my blood runs out of beat
And I can’t live with it

It takes some to build one
But it’s easier to tear it down
With bare hands I dig a hole
But it gets to small

The lies I tell hurts as much
As telling the truth
The seal is too hard to brake

Slow as a snail I leave
I’m not like a larva that transform into beauty
I crawl through the slime I’ve made
I’ll stay on the ground and still be ugly

Are you confident when you curl up in bed
Or are you tired or full of hope
Do you save and fold the threads
Do you stop or go ahead

My life water and my honey tree
I need the nectar, not a stinging bee
The guidance is gone – alone from now on
I pack my bags to meet oblivion

Slow as a snail I leave
I’m not like a larva that transform into beauty
I crawl through the slime I’ve made
I’ll stay on the ground and still be ugly

To whom do you confide when you curl up in bed