It's fun to drive in the nails
Back to the usual park again today
Where is the lost child?
Is it all right that I'm alive?
It's fun to watch this bitterness
From within that peaceful place
I'm afraid of the scorn
Is it all right that I'm alive?
Even though it's so sad, I'm not sad
Even though it's so sad, my heart is laughing
Weaving through false charges, a small sandstorm
Weaving through false charges, a frothing, shouting voice
Even though it's so sad, I'm not sad
Even though it's so sad, my heart is laughing
Weaving through false charges, a small sandstorm
Weaving through false charges, a frothing, shouting voice
You know nothing...
You know nothing...
You know nothing...
Of my rotting form...