It might seem a bit jumpy, but I’m on about 4 glasses of wine now, so – I don’t really care.
Tell me, my friend, tell me a story,
a story of woe, a story of glory
These people around, I don't like their stories
Fallen in darkness, fairytales of worries
I knew a storyteller once
selling happy endings at no price
He said depression is a state of mind,
a maze to help the blind stay blind
A monster starred in all his tales
Alone, neglected, broken, frail
Wounded, bleeding, lost at sea
They always ended: that monster's me
"There's nothing wrong with monsters, child,
it's us who make them vile and wild
They live, they love, they smile, they cry,
then whisper to their own: mother, mother, I want to die"
...Mother Nature is a whore
A virgin gown on winter fields she wore
Renounced her daughters, vowed them to a slaughter
Life began in water, life will end in water...
..So tell me, my friend, tell me a story,
could be a lie, please don't be sorry
Just give me something enough to survive
and witness the day all statues come alive
