I am angry, I am ill and I'm as ugly as sin   I don't know what keeps me alive and kicking   I know the meaning of life, it doesn't help me a bit   I know beauty and I know a good thing when I speak it      This is a song from under the floorboards   Here is a song from where the wall is cracked   My force of habits, I am an insect   And I must confess, I'm very proud of that      I have known the highest and I've known the best   I accord death with all its due respect   But the brightest jewel inside of me   Glows with pleasure at my own stupidity      This is a song from under the floorboards   Here is a song from where the wall is cracked   My force of habits, I am an insect   And I must confess, I'm very proud of that      I used to make phantoms, I could later chase   Images of all that could be desired   Then I got tired of counting all of these so-called blessings   And then I just got tired      This is a song from under the floorboards   Here is a song from where the wall is cracked   My force of habits, I am an insect   And I must confess, I'm very proud of that      This is a song from under the floorboards   Here is a song from where the wall is cracked   My force of habits, I am an insect   And I must confess, I'm very proud of that