I'm passive-aggressive
And extremely tired of
Hiding in my own flat
And rhyming words
I turn my thoughts into pitiable poems
I hope you'll find out who I am and then you'll run away with another guy

I'm passive-aggressive
And extremely tired
Let me become stronger
Let me close my eyes

Between insomnia and poverty
I want to be anyone except myself
I don't want to come back home

What a brilliant variety theatre, we got confused with our roles
Our decadence is a dance on the bones
I want to be anywhere except here

Winter
Snow's on the roof
I'm calling you, but you won't hear me
Listen, I'm here, there's nowhere to go to
I'm devoured by fear and the entrance's mouth
This is the last chord, and we jump off the balcony into Oblivian
Give this city a formalin hug
Listen, we'll meet together again on the ashes of our house