O.z. voorburgwal: [Head reversed me watching myself from an elevated view] A specular game... waiting for the umpteenth orgasm Trying to capture that moment and channel 28 years In few frames showing me the sense of a life. I believe in friendship - but the best friends i ever had Still remain desperation + blood. The frame's gone - another mouth's filled with cum We can keep on existing in a perpetual motion of money, Physiologic urges, convenience, politeness, Discard of the non-essential. I've been used for an eternity And i'm glad to disappoint Those who'd expect me to do the same. The frame's gone - as well as the hermit-crab cult I had on my shoulders. Words in the song...: How many friendships have been spoiled up to death How many eyes corroded by despair It's the hability to handle the void we have inside To manipulate the others thru sense-needs and lies. (Love) makes the world burn not go round Makes the world burn not go round How many friendships spoiled up to death.