Unhand me, I am not a criminal
But I've played a guilty part
In the modern sense
That one pretends their life is original
I wrote a book and I will call it something cynical
The story's slow, the hero does not change
And if he can, then he won't anyway
Instead, his foes and lovers all become identical
I fled the country
I thought I'd leave this behind
But I built the same damn house
On every acre I could find
And I tried to fake my own death
Just to shake the devils from my mind
And I said:
[Chorus]
And I said:
Unhand me, I am not a criminal
And if I am, I paid the man
Just let me go
Soon enough you will be dancing at my funeral
| 1 | Bumaye |
| 2 | Wind Waait |
| 3 | Vluchtgedrag |
| 4 | The Honest Truth |
| 5 | Los Zand |
| 6 | Drieluik |
| 7 | Summer Home |
| 8 | Bommenwerper |
| 9 | The Sickness Unto Death |
| 10 | Volle Maan |