And so you're standing alone with yourself
Looking at the ground cut from under your feet
And you ask again
Why you, not they?
Why me, not you?
And you keep sink deeper into filth
And you keep despising mirror image
And you keep asking yourself
Why you, not they?
Why me, not you?
You're falling to the bottom, can't get lower
Sinking into malaise, nobody around
Holding up your hands in an asking gesture
And your torment lasts... and lasts!