I walk the line ´till the end of the road.
I never went that far...
I wanna drown myself in your eyeball.
The midnight-pain is on the way.
It seems like this will be the day.
I don´t care and I don´t think about it...

But hey, you faint me,
you taint me,
like every single day.
You hate me, you fake it.
I wish you´d go away...

Pain rapes me,
pain hates me, like every single day.
It´s okay, it´s okay.
I cut out shapes of murdered dreams and pin them on your chest.
Painting by numbers, little baby.
You are my favourite number one in a line of things not to become.

I don´t care and I don´t think about it.