Heard that love is in the air
But the only thing I breathe is gas
Gas of Misanthropia
The myth of love is dead
Feel like being not understood
God, I wish you f**ing could
Visit my island of sorrow
Love today, hate tomorrow
Walking among the trees
On my island full of sorrow
Trees resembling corpses
Ain't I a happy ba*tard?
Just all in my head
These thoughts of of f**ing d**h
Maybe all fantasies
But oh so real to me
Don't wanna be positive
'cause there will always be "if"
No need to f**ing hope
For good times which won't come