I always dream, whenever I can;
I wish I was another man:
Someone strong and someone smart;
Me - I知 just a work of art -
Stuck on the canvas and always the same:
A picture of the man with no name.
As the sun goes down and the sky turns black,
I知 like a man being stretched on a rack.
In the land of my dreams,
My screams can be heard for miles around,
Though to everyone else I make not a sound.

I close my eye and think of a tree,
Imagine a more pleasant place to be,
Away from all these people,
The cars and the noise,
Just me and my girl, hand in hand,
Swimming in the sea and lying in the sand.
My girl has now returned,
I feel her in my heart.
I知 so in love with her,
That when she leaves I知 torn apart.
I hold her tight and we talk about love,
Our faces burned by the sun above.
The heat is like an arrow into my soul,
Filling me with life,
And yet I知 so confused:
Does she really love me,
Or am I being used?
I feel so strange, I think I知 weird,
Then she leaves me again
Just like I feared.
This goes on time and again,
Day after day is more pain.
One day soon as they stretch me on this rack,
She値l leave me for good
And never come back.
That is the day I dread the most,
舛ause they値l put me in the grill
And make me into toast.
They値l put me in a coffin,
With nails banged in my head,
Then bury me screaming,
To spend the rest of my life undead.


ｩ 2000 Matt Everett