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