Should I fight for nothing?
Should I live like I've never lived before?
Should I be disgusting
Like a piece of dirt behind your door?

Should I be more polite?
Should I smell like a flower in the sun?
Should I fight for my life?
Should I pull the trigger of a gun?

Some kind of a hope,
Some kind of a pefect ecstasy;
I'm just a dope,
I believe in these vain fantasies.

So fine illusion that the happiness is near;
So fine illusion, so true and clear;
So fine illusion, but the phantasm always lies;
There is no sunshine in my cold eternal night.

Should I be much stronger?
Should I start another book of life?
Should I live no longer?
There is a twisted path to stay alive.

Some kind of a hope,
Some kind of a pefect ecstasy;
I'm just a dope,
I believe in these vain fantasies.

So fine illusion that the happiness is near;
So fine illusion, so true and clear;
So fine illusion, but the phantasm always lies;
There is no sunshine every time I close my eyes.