Scenes of misery are coming into everybody's parlors,
motivating appalled well-meaning souls
to do something to help.
I will never fall for anything or anymore.
I will never fall for irruptive news.
They have done everything they can do.
You'll never bind me to you.
Life is pa**ing, time is gone.
I'll never fall for anymore.
Once trapped in the fire,
it's difficult to jerk me free.
If the soul is inflamed,
then there's activity.
I can't resist it.
There's something from the outside that touches my soul.
I don't know this feeling.
There's something from the outside.
Now everything's out of control.