Perhaps an ideal way of life
leads to an ideal way of death
It would be good to be you
but I’d rather be dead
Perhaps a fashionable way of life
leads to a fashionable way of death
but to be in love is not in fashion anymore
Let’s move somewhere
near the northern skies
and watch the northern lights
and watch the northern [bad word] into my arms
I want you in my arms
I want you in my arms
In a way it’s just not very nice
to be around people with fashionable minds
perhaps It’s futile to speak when everyone is online
alone with a couple hundreds of friends
and a couple hundreds of pills