He stopped, I'm looking at your pictures, when you looked old As you become a message to yourself, I'm on to the world It's an often grave yard, and that was 2004 And you were in terrible trouble And it's gone gone gone ENforced lessons are happening And the weights are just coming down You think that you'll be different then and you are, but how? And each year you think the next one is the future and then you're there The mirrors off, you can't recall, or just avoid like a private number And Europes fucked probably It seems insane My freidns art meets garden End of days I think I've never been better I'm at the top of my game I'm living it up for TV dust And disassemble, you've got to disassemble that stuff Why is my life coming from my screen And not from outside? I see myself as if from the street And I turn on the light I look at all the emails I have forgotten which But why am I telling you this? You are not even here