The wretched hour we’ve been waiting for

Has come

With plastic flowers, you are praying to

An electric sun

Mouth is open wide

Sharpening the knife

Do not be left with your own self

When you can choose to be somewhere else

Become as you are

Like seashells

In the palm of your anxious hands

It brings you back to the scene

And you sing back sweetly

Do not be left here by yourself

When you could choosе someone elsе’s life

But you refused it, how could you?

Become as you are