This world will fall and everybody knows but keeps his mouth closed 
I'm in a state of melancholy walking back home alone with some buds again 
So many thoughts disappear in the smoke curls so many thoughts will be back in my head 
I don't know how many thoughts my syringe contains I'll try double dose 
I don't wanna live 
And I'm still looking downwards 
I had just woken up and so has done my intence longing not to wake up anymore 
Without knowing why i do it every meaningless morning, another empty pack of Camels 
Another reason to give up smoking, another cup of [bad word] coffee and still the same empty room 
It seems one day the world stopped its rolling inevitable course 
It seems one day I was turned off 
No thoughts for morrow 
No other life is avilable 
Give me the person to follow to 
Someone who knows how to leave this nightmare 
How to stop draggin' out this miserable existence 
How to show me the sun when the time isn't fair