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I've kept it in my heart for over twenty fucking years And all that time washing away With the stench of my spilt tears I've lingered on the amorous Transformed into something hideous With the love of life felt to new extents And reaching new heights of ugliness The Stooge Stool pigeon of idiots King of jesters, pawn of comediennes A pillar that supports my own demise Believing all that's seen Throughout my vacant eyes I'm rewriting paragraphs In my life that don't read well Once opposed to editing my regrets I've grown sick of this denial Tempted every hour By the benefits of being a liar Turning my back at what's at hand And writing stupid verse to make it all seem grand Some say there's something to strife SongtexteThat serves those grieving spineless artists Transforms shit into a masterpiece And makes their vain attempt at pain So fucking romantic And I'm certain that someday my time will come I'll crash and burn like everyone Aus Songtexte Mania