This anger, frustration
There must be something more
It's so bad, it's worse now
It's rotten to the core
So lovely, endearing
This picture's meant to be
So happy, deceiving
I'm lying all the time

Five o'clock in the morning
And the light are still on
I nearly trip over the books
That cover the bedroom floor
It must have been great fun
I must have been drunk as a sow
I don't have to tell you
'Bout the state I'm in now

I wonder this hellhole
This hole I'm living in
I'm breathing I'm choking
Life is so wonderful
Won't you come out
To play now
And sell your soul again
So lovely, endearing
This picture's meant to be

Endearing, deceiving, endearing

Which way to go now
Now we're on the road again
Looking for horizons
Hoping they are promising
Another barrel of madness
Is waiting for the owner
I guess it must be me again
My name is written all over

This anger, frustration
There must be something more
It's so bad, it's worse now
It's rotten to the core
So lovely, endearing
This picture's meant to be
So happy, deceiving
I'm lying all the time

Endearing, deceiving, deceiving

(c) leurs l.-coonen f.-leurs c.