MASTERMIND

Lyrics © & ℗ 2017 by Frank Denhard, Aachen. All rights reserved. GEMA

 

Your thoughts are flying high and set yourself apart

Unfailing cognition is emerging as wrong denomination

Of your own self

 

Petty, dull and bounded - sorry, I´m wrong, only a little bit blinded

Talking´s hard in spite of flood of thought, the deficit makes you lose your heart

Gets you angry

 

            Born for something better, with a passport to fame

Beeing a dead letter, listing another aim

To achieve

 

Social isolation, verbal masturbation

Lack of communication, senses running dry

And everything around

 

The pseudo-knowledge gets sealed, the world is locked out

The ideal mate seams to be a glass and your own self

That has to break the seal

Anytime