You ever sat on a couch or a chair
In a room you've been in before
Maybe even your very own house
Surrounded by laughter and music
While the aroma of joy and food fills the air
People talk, or you do some talking
And nothing is wrong in the world.

You ever been in this moment
But just want to disappear
Because you're suffocating in yourself
And why should you deserve fresh air to breathe
When plenty of Angels in this world
Deserve so much more than your demonic self?

So smile
And laugh
And eat
And dance
And talk
And put up with your happy life
Because you're a fücking monster for wanting more.