That day my God was rather bored -
He had enough of darkness,
And other stuff for which I fought
He found more than sparkless.
He put light straw into my head,
Then deafened me and blinded
And made my heart a guiding thread
To your romantic island.
You hear me cry?
It's laughing God!
I'm here in mud,
I'm dying...
I'm weak and dud
And laughing God
Keeps thinking that I'm fine...
So now I wander in the dark,
Collecting new emotions,
I'm trying hard to see you mark,
And others say it's nonsense.
It's fucking nonsense, I concede,
You must be just illusion,
I'll deadly crush one day indeed -
For those in love it's usual.