This is it, no one will stand in my way, cocky mother fuckers who think they are something they're not just because they've seen the world, but they still haven't done the same shit that I want to.. Just because of that we are stupid fucking idiots.
A shotgun and just blow their fucking heads of, Yes I sit there with my beard and fucking laugh in other peoples face about their dreams.. just because I didn't follow them myself. No right what so ever to do so. Sure, we like the same music, but kurt cobain would still shoot you before he'd shoot himself. Because any good thought is better than none that you yourself have. Pissing people off, laughing at peoples dreams, getting pissed off at them because they are "naive" enough to wanting to help people in africa. Fight me, I don't care, kick me in my face, when I'm a millionare I'll donate millions millions of dollars, and what the FUCK have you done? Sure you have been there, but you still didn't do anything? I asked you, but you did'nt answer of course. Why, because you didn't have an answer. Shallow fucking cocky mother fucker. Think you're better than everyone else because you have been around the world on you own conditions? Go hang yourself. Bet that no one in africa would miss you. <3 I hope you die.

The rain smattered on my window.
I'm running out of options.

Run run run, back where you came from.
I'm done, wish it were gone.

Because I feel like you do for it.
The emptiness is more than fit.

Wish wish wish upon a star.
That me but not you'll go far.

Stop me, while you stop yourself.
I'll be crawling back into my shell.

We came, we conquered, we lost.

I feel
You outside of me.
Sympathy for the beard,
just what I feared.
But it sure helps
no need to kiss myself.

Walking and the earth
is turning under your feet
from australias Perth.
Maybe someone you'll meet?

Take your time.
It's just an illusion
plays tricks on my mind
plain confusion

Don't talk to me.
Don't even hear.
You won't see.
I'll have a beer.

Uselessness of an old dog.
Hard to reach like a hedgehog.
Please come, step in to my fog.
It's a canadian log.

The world.
With one tune.
Waterwhirls?
Or just sand dunes?

Tunes so breathtaking
You don't know if your just freezing or if it's the chills.


Throw yourself at me.
I'll try to catch if I can keep you.

I live my life through other peoples eyes.
No one let's me get near myself.
Will I ever get the chance
to correct the wrongs in my own life?

The smoke from my ciggarette is slowly ringlin' up towards the ceiling, the half empty whiskeyglass is waiting for me to use it. To let it make me forget. The paper in front of me is full of sketches and useless words. This hotelroom is perfect.

This ache I have won't go away. But still, what can I do?
It was my choise. Our choice. It will never be easy.
But still I stand tall, sticking to what I've said.
All of a sudden you say you want me.

Loose your present life and live your new with me.