Now my dear that you finally came of age
Still it is difficult to stay cool and control your rage
Writing a book of your life simply page by page
You know that all the world’s nothing but the stage
You don’t want this stupid role to be replayed
You don’t want your life roughly get you laid
It seems that the knife has a sharpened blade
Feels like it is not your throat but marmelade
Feels like it is not your blood draining into the sand
Feels like you are now flying to the promised land
Feels like that the pain is gone that you can not stand
Feels like it is just the beginning and not the end