My life was great until you came and ruined it,because....

you were killing my music

with a smashing fucking hand,and now

i´m saying "stop you´re killing the music!"

and god said something about freedom

but i´m saying "stop with the killing""stop with the dying"

but you are killing my punk/rockmusic

and that is to much for me...so Diie !

and then i keep asking me "what´s wrong with me"

and finally i get the answer,it´s nothing wrong with me

it´s something wrong with you !

because...you´re killing the music !

again and again ,but not anymore (not anymore)

(not anymore) (not anymore)

NOT ANYMORE !

Because you´re not here anymore.