I'm shaking down to an ashtray the leftovers of me
What, what about the things I've inhaled in me?
Factors of my soul were just like a whipped rebel
What, what about the things I've pushed out of me?
I have nothing to lose
Life is so futile...
Life is so futile...
It was Just filling up the time
Chained to a bomb, I'm living unexploded
What, what about the things I've planted in me?
I have nothing to lose
Life is so futile...
Life is so futile...
It just fills up the time