I'm trying to blow up   The constantly filling      Balloon of human vanity   But I won't succeed until      I crashed mine under my feet      With my guitar    And my cynicism       I travel the world   Looking for a place to end      My rotting process in progress      I want to poke the gleam   Of conscience I have      Somewhere in my head       And free myself from love   Daily burden for / our weak minds      And from the lust of   Money burning up   Every fair judgment      Even if you have lost you respect   For the hypocritical poor      Money is maybe neither worth living    Nor fighting for      -----------------------------------------------      So keep smoking and drinking   Because dying is our only choice left      Cigarettes are lottery tickets   With death as first prize      And wine's no filter of love   So bring new bottles      Yea let's speed up life    Which is pouring so slowly      And so roughly for me   I need to cool it down for a while      Just the time to see   My own springtime morning      I've always asked my soul   Where she'd like to belong      But I never got any answer      Yea I've walked for miles    Through towns from lands / to islands       Today I'm burning my TV   I'm going out again   Looking for a place to rest      And then my soul suddenly    Aches and explodes and shouts      Anywhere anywhere    As long as it's out of this world