You are the answer, you never talk You have no question, you are a thought You are the answer, you're shaped and emblazed Through the holes in my cover, you're something I made You are the answer, my truthful response My final saying when everyone's gone You're my illusion, my pattern of wrong Hollow idol, tip of my tongue You're my disgrace and my self-made war And I don't want to remember faith anymore Wasting myself in the name of a face You were made for me by mistake Oh wash away Oh wash away You had nothing to say You were made for me by mistake I had nothing before, then I had you I was denying, now I refuse Never been young and you'll never grow old My life's in my words, hands they are cold Never made sense but now I disturb And I'm bashing my goods against the door of the world