I went to see the man, who claims to be the "Shephard of the sheep"

His room was broken into and vandalized
Who forced the door? Who stole the truths?

Sometimes I wonder what I set about to found
And what is hiding still, through the swift fierce years

Nothing around here I believe in

Shepard was found naked and ashamed
Asleep in the mouth of the day

Dice already has been thrown
Goodbye goodbye
Some people cry, truth will come

Truth will out, poems are gone, light is dim

Nothing around here I believe in
Said: "Far from me I got no messages!"

Hero has looked in the mirror, with complete contempt
Heroin has studied her face, and its defects

Nothing around here I believe in
Said: "Far from me I got no messages!"