| Getting drunk again next to the black river
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| Breaking free from thoughts that were making me shiver
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| Lately I find it difficult to tell reality from dreams
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| And I wanna cut someone and throw him into the streams
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| I could rip my hair off my head in anger
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| Crush my skull with a fucking hammer
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| And I could break my fingers all the way back
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| Or just jump on someones face and hear it crack
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| I feel like gnawing my skin `til I can see the bone
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| And how the fuck could I not feel alone?
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| When I at night am laying sleepless in bed
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| Thinking of all my friends who are either dead
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| Or locked up in a fucking prison cell
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| Those nights I just know I´m in hell
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| My mind is set on committing a terrible crime
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| I just wish I could sleep all the fucking time
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| As I tend to fuck my life up when I´m awake
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| And it feels like I´m on the edge to break
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| I should probably beat someone until his heart stops
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| And after that — I should fill my pockets with rocks
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| Before diving down into the river deep
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| But instead I just lay down on the ground and sleep |