You are the answer, you never talk
You have no question, you are a thought
You are the answer, you're shaped and emblazed
Through the holes in my cover, you're something I made
You are the answer, my truthful response
My final saying when everyone's gone
You're my illusion, my pattern of wrong
Hollow idol, tip of my tongue
You're my disgrace and my self-made war
And I don't want to remember faith anymore
Wasting myself in the name of a face
You were made for me by mistake
Oh wash away
Oh wash away
You had nothing to say
You were made for me by mistake
I had nothing before, then I had you
I was denying, now I refuse
Never been young and you'll never grow old
My life's in my words, hands they are cold
Never made sense but now I disturb
And I'm bashing my goods against the door of the world