Someone stole my "Victim's Guide"
Someone stole my good behaviour
And left me satisfied
Should I stay or should I live
God's the only one
The only one who should forgive
I know
Dreams are not available
Shop's are closed, I suppose
The money is on strike
Go away cruel, starving dream
Someone has a hold on me
And you know what that means
I know
Let me be misunderstood
Or I hide my hard currency
In the dying wood
Things are getting out of sight
So it's time to lay in bed
And let the bed-bugs bite
I know
Poison for the happy day
Poison for the happy people
And their bloody games
Cut your hair and wenk yourself
Until you'll see a shiny, holy
Glimmer on your shelf
I know