Under a red sky, I told her, 'I want to die.'.And how I cry with no concrete reason why.

I'm getting off this ride.Everything's passing by.I sit and watch with closed eyes.There's nothing left inside.

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What better way to put myself in my place? What better way to get out of this goddamn place?.

Closed arms on open arms hold nothing.

Sixty watts, brighter than my future.An empty forty, fuller than my life.There must be more, sometimes I don't think so.Maybe I'm right.Maybe there's no such thing as a brighter side.

I have seen an end to you and I.

I AM THE ANGRY SON.

Broken hearts are easy to hide. Broken hearts are easy to ignore.

I'm piss, I'm shit, I'm less than nothing.

Your stay is so brief, life is grief.

And our footsteps will be light, the future will be bright.

It's clear my dear we're dead or almost there.

Yesterday, a telegraph said that you had died.But I knew, but I know that it was a lie.I tried to laugh.But I went back to my room and cried.I mean our room.I went back to our room and cried.

I suggest you only ever tell lies.Because, once you tell the truth, they'll break your heart.

So see me useless on the corner, not worth my own last quarter.

And you walk so gracefully.Why don't you walk, walk with me?.

But I'm not high, I'm not high.

I recommend you keep your distance.Because, once you get too close, you'll lose control.

What better way to put myself in my place? What better way to get out of this goddamn place?.

Now I'm so lonely, you've gone and turned this way.