JOYSIDE

I, I am not happy where you invited me,
You know what kind of person I am.
I'm aware this is a party,
I'm in the blues loathing every fucking thing.


And no,
Your fake friends don't cheer me up
And no,
Drink this does not make make me feel better at all.


I'm not going to your joyside
Cause I don't wanna stay.
I'm not going to your joyside
Cause I don't matter to them.


And so...


What a bunch of seudo-artists remains are here
Playing Rock N' Roll it is not.
But I don't know,
I've heard it's been dead too long ago.


I'm singing:


And no,
Your fake friends don't cheer me up
And no,
Where's the revolutionary people?


Just a lot of waste spaces not available to dream...
...anything else...
They forgot tomorrow.

I'm not going to your joyside

Cause I don't feel like one of them.

I'm not going to your joyside

Dragged here, out ain't gonna get.

What do you belive you are?

I've seen your horrid shapes you've made before.

I see through what you really were

What you really are.

And no,

I ain't gonna dance this plastic tune you play.

And you

want to put me in a rollercoaster I may not leave.

Another road to trace your supposedly creative misery.

I know I could be be more than this.

I'm not going to your joyside

Cause I don't wanna stay.

I'm not going to your joyside

Cause I don't matter to them.

I'm not going to your joyside

Cause I don't feel like one of them.

I'm not going to your joyside

Dragged here, out ain't gonna get.

(...)

I'm sick of these masquerades.

I'm sick of these silly games.

I'm sick of watching killing yourselves.

Chimera

Enough of no directions.