Lyrics The Nothing Book - Typical egoism

This is a typical egoism
You think only about yourself.
You find other reason
Not to render a disinterested help.
You are a heartless man
And you go against the conscience
You try to wash off dirt from hands
But she’s here in your heart, just too late.

Is that your domestic monarchy?
With the sunshine I begin to realize
That it’s impossible to find one key
To all rusty locks of any size.
You are a heartless man
And you go against the conscience
You try to wash off dirt from hands
But she’s here in your heart, just too late.

We were born to be in this world
Without people there is no sense to live
We must be people, but not dirty worms
Otherwise you’ll see the lonely way

No way, just too late