Under a red sky, I told her, 'I want to die.' And how I cry with no concrete reason why

I'm getting off this ride Everything's passing by I sit and watch with closed eyes There's nothing left inside

What better way to put myself in my place? What better way to get out of this goddamn place?

Closed arms on open arms hold nothing

Sixty watts, brighter than my future An empty forty, fuller than my life There must be more, sometimes I don't think so Maybe I'm right Maybe there's no such thing as a brighter side

I have seen an end to you and I

I AM THE ANGRY SON

Broken hearts are easy to hide. Broken hearts are easy to ignore.

I'm piss, I'm shit, I'm less than nothing

Your stay is so brief, life is grief

And our footsteps will be light, the future will be bright

It's clear my dear we're dead or almost there

Yesterday, a telegraph said that you had died But I knew, but I know that it was a lie I tried to laugh But I went back to my room and cried I mean our room I went back to our room and cried

I suggest you only ever tell lies Because, once you tell the truth, they'll break your heart

So see me useless on the corner, not worth my own last quarter.

And you walk so gracefully Why don't you walk, walk with me?

But I'm not high, I'm not high

I recommend you keep your distance Because, once you get too close, you'll lose control

What better way to put myself in my place? What better way to get out of this goddamn place?

Now I'm so lonely, you've gone and turned this way