Maybe I´m ready for lyies now
Cos I feel like telling shit to strangers.
Maybe I´m ready for laughing at tragedies
And for reading in the tv guide a lot of garbage.
I must go on understanding
Don´t wanna be a match in a matchbox.
I´d prefer cleaning my point of view,
Don´t be afraid of birthdays anymore,
They won´t inherit my death neither my soul.
Maybe I´m looking for somebody fully
And I´m writing an odd to a bride.
Maybe I´m not on my own, I´m not my choice
I´ve been always flying on the ground.