I count the polka dots on my skirt
How much longer? How much longer?
Can the boredom please hurry up?
The spiders spin their webs and
I gaze into space
We kill time so needlessly
Because otherwise the ceiling will collapse on the head* (head)
I need to do something against the faineance
Because faineance is bad for me
I need to do something against the faineance
Because faineance is bad for me
The time is killing itself in slow motion
I search for needles in a haystack with a magnifying glass
(I search, I search, I search)
And nothing happens
I dove here only as a
Stuffed toy on a shelf
Nothing matters
(Doesn't matter to me)
I need to do something against the faineance
Because faineance is bad for me
I need to do something against the faineance
Because faineance is bad for me
(I'm good at doing nothing)
I need to do something against the faineance
Because faineance is bad for me
I need to do something against the faineance
I need to do something against the nothingness
I need to do something against the faineance
I need to do something against the nothingness
I need to do something against the faineance
I need to do something against the nothingness
I need to do something against the faineance
I need to do something against the nothingness
I need to do something against the faineance
Because faineance is bad for me
I need to do something against the faineance
Because faineance is bad for me