Don´t you ever kind of wish that the world could turn faster
So that you´re blind for all the things that you don´t wanna see?
Cause you´re too good, too old, too young for all that shit.

Don´t you ever kind of think that the trees could be greener
And the snow could fall faster from the sky?
But you don´t see the sky, the blowing-up is bringing it´s clouds.

Have you ever dreamed of the day, when you wanna lie down on the lawn
But you don´t see the grass because of all that green?
Well that´s never gonna happen, grey shades are coming down

Then the only thing that´s left to do is die, do you really wanna die?
Then the only thing that´s left to do is die, do you really wanna die?
When nothing else remains?
When there´s nothing that´s worth it to take away?
Then everything that´s left is a low crime rate.

A low crime rate, when every guy has been shot and can´t be killed again
When every girl has been raped and can´t get hurt again
When every word has been sung and can´t be said again
A low crime rate, yeah that´s everything that´s left
When everything is gone and everybody´s dead.
Lovely low crime rate