"I have to be an old man, that's all."



I can't protect myself and I buy the stuff I need.

I get my vitamins but still I feel greed.



"Are you happy here honey, are you happy sleeping with us?"



I walk along the tracks, the more I smoke the more I think.

Spontaneous attacks assults me when I drink.

I treapass and I steal what others fought to find, an egg planned on a wheel appears within my mind...



"Are you happy here honey, are you happy sleeping with us?"



I threw away the past, broken porcelain.

Little and the vast, my miserable refrain.



I can't reject myself, the answer's never no.

I tried to simplify what's going on below.



I threw away the past, broken porcelain.

Little and the vast, my miserable refrain.

I threw away the past, the paper and the glass.

The broken porcelain, little and the vast.

My miserable refrain...



"God forgive me..."

"God forgive me..."

"...but an old person without money is pathetic"



I threw away the past, the paper and the glass.

The broken porselain, the little and the vast.

My miserable refrain...