Quill Slave-master
Who is the slave if I am the master?
Who is the fool if I am the sane?
Well who´s the saddest soul around?
Who´s the saddest soul around?
On some kind of verge, no parole for the holy
No rest for the sleepless, I got pills to spare
Who is the slave, yeah if I am the master?
Who is the future, if you say I´m the past?
Well who´s the saddest soul around?
It´s killing me, well, yeah I´m killing myself
All you morphine minds are winding up in hell
Who´s the saddest soul around?
Well who´s the saddest soul around?
Who is the devil if I am God?
Who is the sinner if I am the saint?
Who´s the saddest soul around?
Who´s the saddest soul around?
