Il testo della A frame of mind

As the man i am, i dislike
More purities and feelings send
Into the extacy i hate
Nobody controls me
Maybe it's because nobody wants to
Anyway

They watch the terror
In a maze full of gray we shall rest
Incomplete, fictive mirror
Enchanting the way, i do at my best

When a man disconnects, he will lie
A tale telling meyhem inquiries leading
The poor suckers brain
I'm one of those men
But hey then again: who's to say

Grey is coming, a broken frame

On the cross, my mirror
Unattended my body decays
A future loss, aching nearer
Soon i'll meet the boss

(the band is talking:)
- der var et eller andet, jeg syntes der var et eller andet med...
Jeg spillede helt ved siden af, jeg tunkte kun p den dukke der
- tihi
- jeg syn... lagde du ikke mrke til hvor mange riffs jeg spillede forkert?
- jojo

(which translates to something like:)

(- there was something, i thought there was something about... i was)
(playing all wrong... i was only thinking about that doll, you know)
(- (laughing) teehee)
(- i thin... didn't you notice how many riffs i played wrong?)
(- yeah, sure)