When it's good, there's nothing better
When it's bad, there's nothing worse
When it's good, it's like in heaven
When it's bad, it is a curse

When it's working, I am tempted
When it's not, I want it still
Better than to sit and listen
It must be, to die and kill

I have heard someone define
Love - it is to be extreme
Either life is hell to get through
Or it's living in a dream

Up or down
Day or night
Yes or no
Dark or light

I am always in the middle
Neutral like Switzerland
My skin, my shell, is soft and living
But caressed by no man's hand

People talk of joy, perfection
I hear stories 'bout betrayals
Yet I sit here empty, always
Why? 'Cause I just get the tales