You Dig Your Own Grave
Bandanos
Trapped in a back alley
The worst of all is that this is his life
Headaches dissatisfaction
Stuck in a sea of mud
Problems without solution
You loose all your friends
There's no one to count with
Just more and more enemies
More enemies
There's nothing or no one
No one to claim to
Trapped in a back alley
The worst of all is that this is his life
Disgraceful existence
That's how you describe it
Maybe it would be better to face it
But you don't dare
It's better to let the guilty
Beyond the comprehension
Instead of creating in the present something concrete
Using your own hands
But philosophy explains everything
The important is to wander
They feel suffocated, the problem then is easy
You can solute it by yourself
In the end it's you
Who dig your own grave