Millions in the world
Like grains of dirt they carry
Their own lives the worthless way
Following the wind

John is not like them
He tries to make it up
For his everlasting defect

Born without a face
His life is kinda harder
Than the average would think
Noone really knows

Faceless john desires
To be the groom on every soap
He watches on tv
Fill his obscene dream

Oh how he prays to seize that moment

The man without a face
He knows what hard life means
He feels as if he's dead
No hope just misery

Faceless john desires to die
Hopeless, faithless, death is what he craves

Death is what he craves, just pure death

No hope, just misery