In my bleak depression
I feel rage and lust
Keen to take possession
Of my self-distrust
With an overwhelming reminiscence
Looking back to all these woods I never entered
And the dreams I never shared
I let you become the medicine
And excuse for wasted time and wasted anger
In these futile love affairs
But what if this pill brings me down to my knees
As you suck this poison out of me
You relieve me of all burdens I was given
By the mothers of my past
About as much as you imprison me
Inside a cage made of allusive indecisions
But at least these cages last
When distress comes closer
I'll always will
Be longing for kisses
And shattering thrills
Your mission is over
So get off my back
You're this kind of person
That blows my stack
In my bleak depression
I'm deserted land
Craving pain and passion
Drying for nights on end
When distress comes closer
I'll always will
Be longing for kisses
And shattering thrills
Your mission is over
So get off my back
You're this kind of person
That blows my stack
Now raise your glasses
To humankind
And its selflessness at heart
And betray the masses
Until they're blind
To the core of spite that really tears them apart
Before the last tear dries