Waking up one sunny morning,
I strap on my shoes and light up the ciggaret

No actually fuck that, i burn my shoes and break the ciggaret in two pieces
To get a peace of mind,

My minds like a paper where the words keep disappearing,

So im grabbing whats left when i take a leap of faith

Throwing myself out into the newly born morning sun,
With my ones again newly born mind like so many times before,

But this time i refuse to think its gonna pass,

Theres no darkness up here cus im way above the clouds this time,
And i can for the very first time feel love, they are my friends now.

So i refuse to think its gonna pass,
And if i stop thinking, live for the moment, it might never pass

But my thought process is a greatness in decline
A roller-coaster in disguise

The more i think about it i kinda miss those shoes,
And that ciggaret whould be perfect right now.

I think to much.

Or maybe its just the stress that takes me down, or the anxiety,
Or the depression, or the shoes, or the clouds,
The ciggaret, the cars, the money, the poverty, the children,

The lies being thought to the children by men behind big fat desks,
Who obviously needs to get knocked the fuck out and see the reality as it should be,
To realise that you might not wake up tomorrow,
Maybe i need to live like never before, i need to live like im dying,
Like its my last day on earth and tomorrows my first day of the rest of my life in nothingness.

Maybe its my Mother, or my dad, or my brothers,
My sisters, my shoes, my mind, my ciggaret,
My life, my tomorrow,
My life again tomorrow i hope i see my dreams again tomorrow,
But i probably just think to much.

Or maybe its just my freedom of thought that gets in the way of reason.
Or maybe its just my reasoning that can't handle the freedom.

Fuck it all, ill just go to sleep forever while i float here above the clouds and let my dreams do all the thinking, cus i obviously think too much,

Or maybe its just freedom.