Something's going on in my head

It's getting harder to pull myself together

I'm keeping my course without signposts

I have to find my own heaven

Where do these lumbar ones come from

They're easy but they're tiring me out

Five minutes of glory from candles and

Tulips I'm waiting for the moment to be restored

Where do my faces come from?

There are a thousand of them none of mine

If I had a friend with me

Who would know where my

Mom I dreamed of my mom

I'm vomiting blood I'm for the lord

Dance with your father Irish belle

I overrate the music of the peasants

Don't throw coins don't get bitter in me

Don't do it don't do it for free

Don't throw coins don't get bitter in me

Don't do it don't do it for free

Are you the one who tore the house apart

What a butcher

Here I am in someone else's pockets

Are you the one who cuts yourself