speaking of resentment
i give you permission
to cut and cut, but...
no matter what happens
I will see you
on the other side.

cracking (no sense, no life)
crazing
I got no patience for schticks
mow down
and incinerate
I got no time, I got no time left to graze.

It's just the way I see things
computer chip poetry
written in the underground city
but no matter what happens
I will see you on the other side

cracking (no sense, no life)
crazing
I got no patience for schticks
mow down
and incinerate
I got no time, I got no time left to graze.

but no matter what happens I will see you on the other side
and at that moment i give you permission
to cut and cut me up

So what's the price for the sky?

but no matter what happens
will I see you
on the other side?

So what's the price for the sky?
Sky,sky, sky, what's the price?