Incomplete
Untraceable
In the long run
Everyone dies
It doesn't make much sense
Incomplete
Unborn ideas
Expiry dates
I'm out of line
Another soul for sale
Incomplete in a sense
Incomplete
A living joke
A friendly ghost
Without a word
Won't leave a single trace
Incomplete in a sense
With trouble down the line
The devil lies inside
What's the point in that ?
No wonder we sound flat
And where I'm heading at
Sure feels like a trap
There's trouble down the line
With you it would be fine
I wonder where you are
I wonder where you are
Incomplete
Unresolved
Another joke
Behind my back
Without a grasp on the world
Incomplete and a mess