-Small, bright birds-

It’s sunny outside, the weather is still
I lie on the ground and I want to kill
myself today, ‘cos I just found out
what my life has just been about
all this fucking time I’ve walked around
so now I’m still, and I lie on the ground.

In the air I see all those bright dots fly
I try to find out what they are and why
they can’t sit still in my sight, flying
while this soul inside my body, is dying
I reach out for those birds in the clear bright air
and I realize, that they are not even there.

Headache rushes through my body like a car
leaving wounds in my soul, an ugly scar
it’s still bleeding and it will untill I’ll heal
from this insanity that feels so fucking unreal
pain in my head is all imagination though
I concentrate on the things I always hate so.

I stand up and I try to walk again to my home
this forest is deep and wherever I roam
I can’t find my house and I feel so lost
I’ve been here before, this stone I just crossed
walking in circles, I have no map, no compass
so I give up to the melancholy, and lay on the grass.

I will stay here forever, I can’t walk anymore
it’s just tiring, so I don’t know what it’s for
the woods of insanity are complex and rough
the crumbs you leave on the road, are never enough
you always go back to the wood that is black
and you’ll stay there forever, and you’ll never go back.