I whish that I could tell you everything`s ok tell you stories make you`d be proud of me tell you that I`ve really made it and that I`m a lucky man but somehow luck didn`t like me and refused it`s helping hand

I`m so tired of going on
I could sleep a thausand years, or more
I`ve to find a silent place
where nobody can find me

I would like to leave the show I´m in
all that stories and that unhuman shit
seems that everyone around me`s just looking for succes yes I know, I don`t belong here I´ll avoid this horror-emptiness

I`m so tired of going on
I should sleep a thausand years, or more have to find a secret place where nobody can find me

and everyone try to help me
and everyone tell me stories
and everyone tell me he`s better than
the one`ve told me before him!

I`m so tired of going on....