Hey, you out there, listen real quick, 'cause it's not going well for me in here.
Like a drunk going cold turkey, I'm at rock bottom.
A prisoner of the everyday [routine], stuck in the shit.
Where there once was wunkeln, is now Kahlschlag.
Give me a choice, and I'd trade.
Oh oh oh, Bring back the laughter.
Oh oh oh, I'm balling my fists and protecting my happiness. I'll build myself a new splendor, a new zeitgeist
Oh, oh, oh
I break the surface and gasp for air.
The moldy smell mutates to expensive perfume.
I grab some cake and take a seat.
I can forgive myself for past mistakes.
I wish myself tailwind and sun in my face, that the storms of fate carry me up and the my dance with the stars doesn’t collapse.