"Man nennt mich einen Spötter. Es ist wahr, ich lache oft, aber ich lache nicht darüber, wie jemand ein Mensch, sondern darüber daß er ein Mensch ist, wofür er ohnehin nichts kann, und lache dabei über mich selbst, der ich sein Schicksal teile." -- Georg Büchner

Who is this stranger

looking inside his eyes
insignificant, fading,
worthless and dead inside


Looking inside the mirror
looking inside my eyes

insignificant, fading,
worthless and dead inside


I'm out of reasons
I'm so disillusioned
God is dead and with him died

everything to live for
Everything I once used
to love is fading

Death is knocking
on my door


There is no reason
Reasons remain illusion
There are no feelings left

My heart in destitution

I detest this life!

I detest myself!

I am

NOTHING
WORTHLESS
SOMETHING'S

SURFACING

I feel like I was the biggest $#&@in' joke on earth

Just another shape made out of human dirt

And I keep on asking myself

What for am I still here!?
There's no reason left for me
I want to disappear


I wish I had never been born
This is too much for me to bear

from nothing to something to nothing again
my life is ending here