Should I fight for nothing?
Should I live like I"ve never lived before?
Should I be disgusting
Like a smelly piece of shit behind your door?

Should I be more polite?
Should I smell like a flower in the sun?
Should I fight for my life?
Or do I have to pull the trigger of a gun?

Some kind of hope,
Some kind of ecstasy;
I"m just a dope,
For I believed in this fantasy.

So fine illusion that the happiness is near;
So fine illusion, so true and clear;
So fine illusion, but illusions always lie;
There is no sunshine in my cold eternal night.

Should I be much stronger?
Should I start another book of life?
Should I live no longer?
I have found another twisted way to... stay alive.

Some kind of hope,
Some kind of ecstasy;
It"s so cool to be a dope,
To believe in this fantasy.

So fine illusion that the happiness is here;
So fine illusion, so true and clear;
So fine illusion, but illusions always lie;
There is no sunshine every time I close my eyes.