Drown me in your sentimental clichés
Put me on a plane and crash it into the northern iced sea
I don't have the will to hear it anymore, to do anymore, to exist anymore
Put me in a rickety boat without any oars, and let the waves
And the coldness tear me, ruin me, sink me
Place me naked on a backstreet in December
I look for fights in order to get injured
I provoke in order to get killed, dismembered, annihilated
Nothing happens, I get nowhere, all is gone
Haha, everything is shit, and you think it is so cool
The being I once was is gone
I burn all my memories, flush the ashes down the toilet
Oh, sorry, did I sound sentimental now?
Your brain-dead opinion means obviously nothing
There is nothing cool to find in this condition
I am a paranoid, deranged and pathetic human being
On the other hand you're just as pathetic
But please, forget about me, I am history
Every night - Lonelier than the one before
Each day - A mourning