I'm somewhere at the bottom and thinking
That what if my way from here will lead
Towards something worse
If the nightmare never ends
If I drown in the trash inside my mind
Which makes me feel worse
The signs of doom!
I see the signs of doom in front of me
And I see my fate
I find all of the past in front of me
No one is spared from themselves
And if sometimes to a spring
A lonely swallow flies, from somewhere,
It won't make summer there1
I wonder what led me to this
Why am I limping towards my grave
Like into a woman's arms
I'm not startled by death, but I'm scared
That life will beat up
Over and over again
The signs of doom!
1. Based on a Finnish saying which is pretty much "one swallow doesn't make summer". Swallows come back to Finland in May and stay there until autumn.