An Old Man in His Room

When I look into the dark
Through a window
The old man who stares back
Seems a shadow
Every hour I need to take a different pill
No I'm no longer king of the hill
Just an old man in his room

When I grab my penis and
Put it on a desk
Try to count the wrinkles
All too grotesque
There's no more pride, much self-pity and shame
And one person only to take the blame
Just an old man in his room

Have to get rid of the tension that builds up inside of me
A small child always seems to help or maybe a baby
I am the killer, I am the killer
Heaven or hell, heaven or hell
A man has a soul that goes to heaven or hell
And therefore I have to suffer
Just an old man in his room

Hanging upside down my body weltered in white ash
To purify me from evil I only need my brain to smash
I am the killer, I am the killer
Heaven or hell, heaven or hell
A man has a soul that goes to heaven or hell
And therefore I have to suffer
Just an old man in his room



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Writer(s): Frank Hermans
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