Plan, decide and be precise
In this life
That is so fucking great
In it´s own disgrace

Praises only sting
When you get nothing
And all the things you have left
Slip away

Seeing all the good things go away
Still I just want them to stay the same

You say it´s all fine
And still I´m dying inside

This is the time of my life
Youth, love - the things I dispice
I have never been more aware

By destroying all that
And never looking back
Again and again to my nightmares

Written down in the book of praises
And still I see their faces
I always tried to do the best I can

Destroyed my mind from inside
As their lies left me blind
Again and again I try to hurt them

I know it won´t be fine
When will I cross the line