Letra de Eremite
Man hold's the fate of this world In his two hands But I'm... I'm just talking That's why... That is why Why I got into the habit of babbling to myself Am I... Am I?I foresaw something like this But this is worse than anything I Thought of... serves me right The poor little boy's quite beside himself My life's no more Than the life of a cockroach.How I hate... what? My ideas require it... for their fulfilment I'm the follower... hesitating And losing the thread Is that the way... I could hide My soul?