My life was great until you came and ruined it,because....



you were killing my music



with a smashing fucking hand,and now



i´m saying "stop you´re killing the music!"



and god said something about freedom



 but i´m saying "stop with the killing""stop with the dying"



but you are killing my punk/rockmusic



and that is to much for me...so Diie !



and then i ceep asking me "what´s wrong with me"



and finally i get the answer,it´s nothing wrong with me



it´s something wrong with you !



because...you´re killing the music !



again and again ,but not anymore (not anymore)



(not anymore) (not anymore)



NOT ANYMORE !



Because you´re not here anymore.