Minefield Damn minefield That made me afraid To step again on the grass Oh dear nobleman I'm high as hell I'm dead on my feet Oh, damn pocketknife Perplexed through a prism Reflection of a reflection Looking ahead At a half-broken mirror With no face to say Hello, how are you? Trapped in the cell of a plain She wants to kill me She's a rose in every way Following every step I take Stirring my iris Until my eyes can see color Muscle spasms I don't know what to say anymore Words vanish like people Legs locked around the neck On a day when you just know That as soon as you wake up You'll have the worst day Of your life