Frightfully wakelful, your hands are shaking. The shit and broken furniture will symbolize your soul.
Your eyes are burning, your brain is screaming, your time is lost, your lost again. Now it's timeto lose control and have a laugh at a world that's so absurd and drown the noise out with the whiskey and dont say a word. That's beautiful , 'cause your so lonely, with that smile you wear around so pensively. You say, I guess the gods will never smile on me. Their souls be stolen. They're fucking washed up. They think they've got it figured out , but their dignity's for sale. They're fucking reeling, grasping for nothing. They think they know the good life they left hanging on a nail. So have a laugh at a world that's so absurd and drown the noise out with the whiskey and don't say a word. Just forget about joing the mix'cause they hate your guts, because you know what they'll neverknow. So get drunk and enjoy the show, because you can't do anything at all.