Woorden:
Pessimist

end And we're the only ones who can perceive it But others sing of beauty and the story that's unfolded As one that deserves praise and ritual My pessimistic

in this race? Come faith, I'm dying Bemused by the trials and tribulations in force of my life Fly from here but as the chosen pessimist Carve my name

There is always some black cloud hanging over my head Always feeling like I should not get out of my bed Doubtful thoughts fill my head up, decisions

cracking skulls, tearing flesh. have another heart attack. send 'em in, send 'em in, why don't you try pushing all the goddamn buttons. maybe just one

already set in the optimist understands why the world's gone down the drain the pessimist never bends, constricting thoughts in vain from the pessimist

look into my eyes eyes eyes eyes Will you be my new ??? Box up all of your things with tape Write your address that won't remain. Can I still be your pessimist

Illusionen Mit jedem Tag ein Neu-Abschied Und man schaut zum Fenster raus Wartet nur noch auf die Tagesschau Von irgendwo erklingt ein Lied Dass alle Pessimisten

Your heart's been used as target practice but I'm not the one holding onto the gun. Or wounds, you've sutured tight with tears and silence. Save yourself

I'm all mankind Listen Mr Pessimister With your Catholic taste Oh listen Mr Pessimister Pessimister We do not relate Listen Mr Pessimister, Pessimister, Pessimister Mr Pessimister