I wish I was a monster, I wish I was a stone. I'd like to kill my own star, I'd like to die alone. My life is fading with a faith, I hate myself, I'm praying for death. When the mood is like an airplane crash:
What's going on?! What's going on?!
Sometimes it's very hard to find Something clear in my mind. And there is no another side, 'Cause I'm dead inside. I see the grief for thousand miles In my delicate blue eyes. When the mood is like an airplane crash: