Now it's 10.30 pm right time to go out and see / my friends are bored and are boring me / beer and wine don't work out / self-pity shouts it out loud / get your f*cking things done / new years eve and on the run // Live the tired time and comply / accept the every day life for a while / get in lines / maybe a ticking beat of self-decline // The important became the ones to hate / empty sheets in a wooden crate / it's time to finally face your fate / crimson letters vanish under black paint / you got to loose it all / not what you find it for / crimson letters vanish under black paint // Don't try to make me feel I would need your wisdoms cause if I'll do / I will call you and ask for / So know don't waste your time on me cause what I'm waiting for so long / is one of the things that I'll never get done // Boring wisdoms make me sick your advices were no use / your a descent of good conduct rules you didn't choose / I'm going on a ride to town / to whitewash all aseptic black walls / stoke them up with sense and inspirit them again / I don't want you to rule my mind / all your black paint could never hide / these crimson letters are expressions of my disaffection.