Witnesses

No change no pleasure no jokes no sex

No choice no morals no ethics no depth

No colour no fight no freedom no life

Profound creation, temptation is swept

I hear knocking on my door

I wonder how it's possible

That I just sit here in my room

Watching some TV

Thinking of nothing and nothing

And I don't know how

Does anybody have the nerve

To come to my door

And sell the world of God

I wonder what's the remedy

And I can move on with my life

Before you people are through

With the extinction of the universe

You save the world from me

I wonder who will be left over...