Aim the gun at me and shoot me in the chest
I lie beneath the ground, I am not blessed.
Crossing fingers never got us nowhere
Lie with your eyes, the truth is out there.
Random ghosts live in my head
They are parts of me that are already dead.

You turn the page and it’s empty
Grab a pen and write envy
The world is a big hallucination
Aren’t we all, a cliché generation?

There are no values, there is no pride
People wear faces, so they can hide
Use drugs to expand your view
But deep inside, all you hope as flew
Pessimism is the only way to be
Do something different, break monotony.

You dig, until you reach the core
When you get there, you don’t know why you were digging for
The Holy Grail is our mind
That is why no one can find
God is above us all
But what goes up, has got to fall.

Sweet melancholy, everyone drinks a bit
When regret comes, I am forced to quit
This whatever, is dedicated only to you
The remaining question here is, who?