why don't I deserve to die?
nothing really comes to mind.
I've got that lunatic look in my eyes.
you know, the one that controls the tides.
(and now it's time) to try to analyze.
I can't read between the lines,
because it makes me cry.
the time has come to forget what we've done,
but not to forgive the sins of the other one.
we'll watch them burn, but don't forget to turn,
that torch on us because the jig is up...
when you're feeling smug inside,
you should explore that with a knife.
and only when your shirt is soaked with pride,
that's when I'll be satisfied.
(and now it's time) to try to analyze.
I can't read between the lines,
because it makes me cry.
it comes as no surprise to see the dryness in your eyes,
but I empathize.
I used to want to change the world when I was just like you,
but I have killed that part of me with ruthlessness and booze.
yeah, righteousness is righteous but the righteous man will fail,
because righteousness is just a myth just like the holy grail.