If I'm not able to kill, am I allowed to die? If I'm allowed to stretch, am I able to bend? And all the words won't mean anything unless your time is your thrill Even the thoughts may leave your head above the crust, the thrust, and the spill Surprising is the distance from this crystallized existence of a monkey man Well, will you show me the means? I'll teach you the end, the wait for release. Are you able to work like a real human being? Are you allowed to breathe like the right side of me? Can you remember your fears and the train when you were seventeen and so much less cynical Every stain in the mirror, every hole in the door just fires you up Surprising is the distance from this crystallized existence of a monkey man Surprising is the distance from this crystallized existence of a monkey man Well, will you show me the means? I'll teach you the end and the wait for release. And I hope that you will cry before the dogs of war Fade out the voice of living Fade in the whispers of the dead Will you remember your deeds and the strain when you were twenty-three and so much more critical Every crack in the mirror, every hole in the door just fries you up Well, will you show me the means? I'll teach you the end and the wait for release. And I hope that you will cry before the dawn alone Fade out the voice of living Fade in the whispers of the dead again.