I need it more than a new phone
I want more and more to fill this void
I have anger in my eyes and even a little stupor
My life is a drop that dips into the sea
As you think of how you are, I don't know what arrests me
I don't know what kills me. Here, those who think, lose.
I don't believe in anything anymore, I tried to change that
I pose my doubts upon a thread so I can see them fall
And when I play music,
just when I play music, I'm able to tell you
Here's who I am: I'm a point in the void.
Damn, damn the people who don't know how to
be alone after crying alone, damn those people
Damn, damn the people who don't know how to
be alone after crying alone, damn those people, yeah, Damn them!
What do you think we are if not little sentences
or great schemed illusions with names?
You want a hopeful message? Well, change the artist.
You want to hear yourself say that it will be fine? Well, change the artist.
I'm made like this: Bipolar with the drama
of someone who spits his questions onto paper like this.
And I pray, I pray. Even though I don't believe deep down that
someone hears and learns of my anguish. I believe in war of recklessness in conflict inside a sole soul.
We are a thousand universes inside a sole person.
Whether you take it or leave it or understand me, it's the same.
The world plays its tricks with sea advertisements
where everyone is equal,
nobody is asked anything, but the set
is now over, returned to being nothing.
Damn, damn the people who don't know how to
be alone after crying alone, damn those people
Damn, damn the people who don't know how to
be alone after crying alone, damn those people, damn those people
Damn, damn the people who don't know how to
be alone after crying alone, damn
Damn, damn the people who don't know how to
be alone after crying alone, damn those people
Damn, damn the people who don't know how to
be alone after crying alone, damn
Damn, damn the people who don't know how to
be alone after crying alone, damn those people, yeah, Damn them!