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