| A Man With A Curse Who�s to blame for my shame Every day to me is the same Happiness Is what I miss It wasn�t supposed to come to this My smiles are Falling far Away from me without a scar To remember When I was ever Happy again in December With friends To make amends And give in to my pretends To be a man The best I can In my cell of material demand I�m not satisfied Though my craving pacified And I need more in which to confide Play my game Feed my flame Burning bright with my claim That I must Live in lust In my world of money trust I bid adieu To all of you To awake again for something new. |
| October 1st, 2000 |
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