Pissed Robin

Pissed Robin
Defiency of safety
Loss of interior harmony
The superficial exterior got the might
And seems to block the access
To the feeling to be close to all
I want to go to paradise
I want to be young
I’m not right
I’m not right
I sing my birthday-song
I sing my birthday-song
I sing my birthday-song alone
Alone
I sing my birthday-song
I sing my birthday-song
I sing my birthday-song alone
Alone
I must try to find something similar
But it has to be easy
When will I wake up
From this stuned sleep
When can I shake of
These self-lies only when I’m high?
Feel without a thought
I am not creative
I’m not right
Yes, I’m not right
I sing my birthday-song
I sing my birthday-song
I sing my birthday-song alone
Alone
I sing my birthday-song
I sing my birthday-song
I sing my birthday-song alone
Alone