Mars 2006
I'm So Useless
Enough of it... All of it...
I'm so sick of what we are... So sick of where we live
I feel pain right in my stomach
When i read "distress of the world" in the newspapers...
How many miles of frozen bodies
How many hundred tons of dead people
How long will you just stay here and watch this
From your newest T.V. on your sweetest sofa...
It's over...
What do you think of me now?
But it's over
And so, what do you think of me now...
Your liver will not like you anymore
You're already dead if i ask this to your body
It's in your mind that the real problem stands
But it's yours...
And it's over...
What do you think of me now?
But it's over
And so, what do you think of me now...


