All the virtual make-up
In this world
It cannot make you a lovable
Human being

All alone in your mind
With "the rest of the world"
It keeps (on) re-appearing

All the simple words
Are in exile
In this contemporary life
Again and again
Almost divine

People walk out of character
Rid of their sensual sides
(And) it's a formidable hunger
A future demise

All alone in your mind
With "the rest of the world"
It keeps (on) re-appearing
Like ghosts from time to time

From time to time

It's a soul prison
The desert wind
A vital flame
A solid reminder