i knew i caught a glimpse of hope in my eye
but i didnt have enough guts to see it through
just when i thought there was finally something to die for
i couldnt find enough chains to hold me down

i was walking through a park
mozart on my walkman
the bottle flew from my hands
the old man fell to the ground

i thought there was a better place to hide
better than all the drugs and booze and lies
but maybe there really is something in what i learned
living in my dreams isnt so bad after all

sitting in a shooting gallery
staring at a naked midget
breast-feeding on a hairdresser
bleeding to death as they laugh in my face

i better learn to live without a cause
or better yet survive without a clue
i cannot stop these violent anxiety attacks
every second i turn my back

when will it allstop?
when will it allstop?
when will it allstop?
when will it allstop?
stop?
stop?
stop?