My life was great until you came and ruined it, because
You were killing my music
With a smashing fucking hand, and now
I´m saying "stop you´re killing the music!"
And god said something about freedom
But I´m saying "stop with the killing""stop with the dying"
But you are killing my punk/rockmusic
And that is to much for me so Diie!
And then I keep asking me "what´s wrong with me"
And finally I get the answer, it´s nothing wrong with me
It´s something wrong with you!
Because you´re killing the music!
Again and again, but not anymore (not anymore)
(Not anymore) (not anymore)
NOT ANYMORE!
Because you´re not here anymore