| "Oh shit, I don't know." | ||
| The 4 a.m. philosopher moans | ||
| Beer cans | ||
| Stacked on the "Playboy" | ||
| Ashes | ||
| Smoldering on the carpet | ||
| Sex | ||
| Flowing through the mind | ||
| Time | ||
| Stands still | ||
| Senses | ||
| Magnify reality | ||
| Insides | ||
| Shaking | ||
| Mind | ||
| Burning, running wild | ||
| God, my soul | ||
| It may escape | ||
| My heart | ||
| It may be revealed | ||
| My life | ||
| Wants only to have its own path | ||
| Stoned | ||
| Maybe only now, am I real | ||
| Whole and alive | ||
| Life | ||
| Comes into vision | ||
| Fear | ||
| Flows like wine | ||
| Muscles | ||
| Want to run, make love, sleep | ||
| Reality | ||
| Only when I'm up here | ||