Hey miserable Listen to me I've seen your brain And it is more than empty You know you lie Live to pretend Waiting for nothing in yout dirty dreamland Bye bye, Good bye Rusty Mind Grey day, lost way, easy prey, go away I'm falling down against the flow Locked inside a cubby hole Grey day, lost way, easy prey, go away Digging my own hole Six feet under of my soul Nothing is what It seems to be Try to explain Things that will never be lived Feeling too young Feeling too old Still young to fight And already too old to die