Monkeys
(Schmidt)

You cannot see how you've been changing, you always say you feel alright, 
you're swept away in illusions, reach for the stars up in the sky.

Can't you see your brain's not working anymore, can't you see your willpower's all gone,
the coloured pictures inside your head tell me it's the monkeys who've won.

Move along in circles, move along in lines,
this time the monkeys didn't get you-maybe next time. 
Stay away from the monkeys, turn your back on them for good 
or you will never be set free, you better should.

Can't you see the shadow on your face, you only see the monkeys smile, 
they call themselves your best friends, behind your back they let you down and cry.

You say your soul has reached the freedom and the peace you've been looking for,
but can you see them when you wake up? you wouldn't find them anymore.