Speaking of resentment I give you permission To cut and cut, but... No matter what happens I will see you On the other side. Cracking (no sense, no life) Crazing I got no patience for schticks Mow down And incinerate I got no time, i got no time left to graze. It's just the way i see things Computer chip poetry Written in the underground city But no matter what happens I will see you on the other side Cracking (no sense, no life) Crazing I got no patience for schticks Mow down And incinerate I got no time, i got no time left to graze. But no matter what happens i will see you on the other side And at that moment i give you permission To cut and cut me up So what's the price for the sky? But no matter what happens Will i see you On the other side? So what's the price for the sky? Sky,sky, sky, what's the price?