I've been through so much mess
We attempt to keep the wolf from the door
But we are defenceless
'Cause you gave me a strait-jacket to wear
It is narrow over here
It doesn't make any sense
Black is all you can see
Keep trying to cope with all this hole
Of oblivion
Honestly I'm down on my knees
Fingers pointed at me
While I'm crawling to the sea
Finally surrounded by the bliss
Where all is dull and falls apart
We don't have a real choice
But a box full of noise
We won't get a real choice
But a grave full of soil