Lyrics:
A peaceful man opens fireA harmless soul trips a wireA careless child has expiredMaybe it's just living gets me downThree dimensions, realistic soundMeanwhile your withered brain cells fade wayBut life goes onA quicksand under your chairA poison spreads through fresh airMaybe it's just living gets me downThree dimensions, realistic soundMeanwhile your withered brain cells fade awayBut life goes on