This is the waltz of the slightly crazy Only misfortunes, problems and shit With girls, always just failing You love me, maybe you'll kill yourself This is the waltz of the slightly crazy Out all night, white as ghosts People say, "oh well, they're just boys" "Oh well, they're just boys" I've become a bit like Bukowski But even drunker in the shadiest places I'm parked in a space-time Where I'm asking myself, what the fuck do I represent I go downtown to do nothing It's like talking to a crazy person downtown I have an emptiness that's eating me alive A game that's won by those who adapt I don't have to give the impression That I have to make an impression This life continues to put pressure on us This life can send us into depression But I can't afford it anymore I know that once you start, you can't stop I leave clues, alchemy between the letters And you start to do the same I don't really give a fuck But the demon that's with me screams at night And forces me to do crazy things To dance this waltz that goes like this: This is the waltz of the slightly crazy Only misfortunes, problems and shit With girls, always just failing You love me, maybe you'll kill yourself This is the waltz of the slightly crazy Out all night, white as ghosts People say, "oh well, they're just boys" "Oh well, they're just boys" Well, I don't know about you But I can't take it anymore And every day, I take one step down Into the abyss Serious inside and out of the game I see out of focus I go out of place I'm out of play in the climax I survive and write every blue song I write what I want written on my tombstone I'm quiet, but in my headphones, I have a bomb Now, it's like the device has exploded And when you hear me, I'll have exploded at a conference With those who've lost in their youth I dream of a sky above me, please help me to explain.
