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I'm trying to blow up The constantly filling Balloon of human vanity But I won't succeed until I crashed mine under my feet With my guitar And my cynicism I travel the world Looking for a place to end My rotting process in progress I want to poke the gleam Of conscience I have Somewhere in my head And free myself from love Daily burden for / our weak minds And from the lust of Money burning up Letras de cancionesEvery fair judgment Even if you have lost you respect For the hypocritical poor Money is maybe neither worth living Nor fighting for ----------------------------------------------- So keep smoking and drinking Because dying is our only choice left Cigarettes are lottery tickets With death as first prize And wine's no filter of love So bring new bottles Yea let's speed up life Which is pouring so slowly And so roughly for me I need to cool it down for a while Just the time to see My own springtime morning I've always asked my soul Where she'd like to belong But I never got any answer Yea I've walked for miles Through towns from lands / to islands Today I'm burning my TV I'm going out again Looking for a place to rest And then my soul suddenly Aches and explodes and shouts Anywhere anywhere As long as it's out of this world From Letras Mania