Speaking of resentment
I give you permission
To cut and cut, but...
No matter what happens
I will see you
On the other side.

Cracking (no sense, no life)
Crazing
I got no patience for schticks
Mow down
And incinerate
I got no time, I got no time left to graze.

It's just the way I see things
Computer chip poetry
Written in the underground city
But no matter what happens
I will see you on the other side

Cracking (no sense, no life)
Crazing
I got no patience for schticks
Mow down
And incinerate
I got no time, I got no time left to graze.

But no matter what happens I will see you on the other side
And at that moment I give you permission
To cut and cut me up

So what's the price for the sky?

But no matter what happens
Will I see you
On the other side?

So what's the price for the sky?
Sky,sky, sky, what's the price?