Pissed Robin

Defiency of safety

Loss of interior harmony

The superficial exterior got the might

And seems to block the access

To the feeling to be close to all

I want to go to paradise

I want to be young

I'm not right

I'm not right

I sing my birthday-song

I sing my birthday-song

I sing my birthday-song alone

Alone

I sing my birthday-song

I sing my birthday-song

I sing my birthday-song alone

Alone

I must try to find something similar

But it has to be easy

When will I wake up

From this stuned sleep

When can I shake of

These self-lies only when I'm high?

Feel without a thought

I am not creative

I'm not right

Yes, I'm not right

I sing my birthday-song

I sing my birthday-song

I sing my birthday-song alone

Alone

I sing my birthday-song

I sing my birthday-song

I sing my birthday-song alone

Alone