i,m not living, i,m just killing time

well, my girl,s suffering from clinical depression and thanks to that, i,ve discovered that i can pretend happiness quite accurately

in fact i think i,ve always suspected it

and it,s taking a lot of time to get out of here, since september, actually

and i have to prove my love, this is karma police knocking on my door

you know what i,m talking about

and some strange thoughts come to my mind, i,ve got such a burden onto my life

the main one is quitting

quitting the band, a 30-year-old man,s decision

quitting my job, a 30-year-old man,s decision

even quitting my girl, a 30-year-old man,s decision

because at the gym i,ve met a girl (man, so hot) whose smile literally wipe all my shadows out instantly...

but karma police comes again

i wish i was sent real further than far and i could get all these things out of my sight

edipus, shortcut

saxon genitive

and many other little roaches climbing up the walls

3 songs

each one is sadder than the previous one

just remember, dear unprobable reader, you should not be here