Songtext von Masks

You know Suicide and life Are peachy conversations Based around This fantasy that will never evolve Can't say I welcome it In to my life Those tasteless kisses You pushed upon my cheek Me ruining All hope of that new crush Now is exposed It makes the children ill How about we taunt them with a flick A wave like motion With the finger of Pointing capability I wish for a state of Isolation And a sense of Nothingness It could be empty or Plain and boring But just enough to Keep me from straying This finger churns women into butter on a hot summer day I doubt they will connect the two of us anyway