I wake up and I feel I was stranded In a world that hardly represents me Step by step I collect all the nightmares Like a modern Renoir I’m painting my life Away
Don’t you think That I not gonna worry? Don’t you think That I don’t feel sorry? Soon I’ll find my way And I’ll let you know! Don’t you think That I not gonna worry? Don’t you think That I don’t feel sorry? Soon I’ll find my way And I’ll let you know!
Sitting down in my room I feel so empty Staring with lonely eyes at the words I’m laying down With cold blood I swallow all the absinthe that you gave me That cold winter night
Don’t you think That I not gonna worry? Don’t you think That I don’t feel sorry? Soon I’ll find my way And I’ll let you know! Don’t you think That I not gonna worry? Don’t you think That I don’t feel sorry? Soon I’ll find my way And I’ll let you know!
I feel a decadent poet Forced to burry his art Forced to burry his own heart! Under the mud of a pigsty A cabal of murdered broken hearts Longing for my bitter taste
Lost you, I have lost you, brother The strength you hide inside your eyes Makes me believe I can steel live my life I learnt from the ashes Of the tears I dropped for all these years My love is now living is living for real!
I feel a decadent poet Forced to burry his art Forced to burry his own heart! Under the mud of a pigsty A cabal of murdered broken hearts Longing for my bitter taste