Mothers nursing orphans, retreating through the beams
I think that you exist but do you really?
Electric correspondence, you cannot pay the rent
With hand me down appendages for chemical enslavement

It´s not indefinite, it´s got a lifespan
You try to nurture it, hope for extension
As far as right and wrong, I know the difference
But right is oh so dull, and no one´s interested

Amsterdamage doctors, prescribing recipes
With side affection stapled to your black jeans
Expressions are revealing just where I´d rather be
But I´m thrown under the bus to try to resurrect a dead scene

Buckle down, when it becomes a threat you vocalize a hard truth
So here goes
I´ve reached the top of this ladder but what did it matter,
It´s on the wrong wall