Låttexter: Fingerbang. Murderer. Something.

No one seems happy now ,
expecially me,
increasing my sadness with this beer,
talking to myself and always falling in the same mistake.

same old choise of getting drunk,
same old feeling of getting dumb,
same old shit inside.

I know it will never be the same,
but there must still be,
something,
you say that I'm always out of time,
but there must still be,
something.

(Thanks to Dario for these lyrics)