I don't wanna clean any table, I just wanna go home to sleep, tonight Well I was feeling a bit off today. If you look into my eyes again You can see that I'm in decay. But a spark of hope is on its way. You can tell me that things will be worse, But it doesn't really matter to me, Because I was never meant to be. The bones you throw will be bit, By a dog that you've never bet, That it knew how to fly your jets. I don't wanna feel like I'm rising from death When I'm dying. I don't wanna catch bullets for your self consciousness. Time flies when they stick their fingers in my eyes. But when I'm crying, I got no tear left to spare to them. You can say that I'll be blamed, But it really doesn't matter to me, I'm not searching for a secondhand dignity. I don't care about who I am, This place doesn't matter to me, These flags don't fly for me. I don't wanna feel like I'm rising from death When I'm dying. I don't wanna catch bullets for your self consciousness. Time flies when they stick their fingers in my eyes. But when I'm crying, I got no tear left to spare to them. I don't wanna clean any table, I just wanna go home to sleep