Guess, guess, guess, rotten star Falling into his favourite vomit You got it, it’s so sad, but it’s all right! It came to kiss your palm, and swallow what you are... Listen to my words It came to steal what’s left, from what you’ve got in this world... The sweet crash of an angry angel again Today, the next day, is that the morning after again? Guess, guess, guess where the exit is? Exciting side of light that can’t even exist You got it, it's so sad but it’s all right! It’s time to fly back home, to see what you really are I think you’ve got to see this It’s time to make from what’s left a little lie, in this world The sweet crash of an angry angel again Today, the next day, is that the morning after again? Cause now, it’s what you are I’m sick of my job, I’m sick of your face, I’m sick of your story, sick of these days, sick of my runaway, sick of the truth, sick of sex and six past six. Don’t try me once more I don’t now why? Is it for me? Is it for real?