Cabin Fever
TWÏNS
Oh breaker of things
Oh the clumsy beast you are
You hurt the ones you love
And watch it from afar
A lonely night in a bar
Nothing on the table
Two glasses half empty
Apple and rhubarb
Life can be a strange place to live
Time closes every wound
But timing is a fucking beast
You know you shouldn't think like that
Turn your mind to the here and the now
And stick to the facts
For the past is nothing but illusions
And the future is nothing but delusions
We're all gonna die and that's okay
In a hundred years noone cares anyway
So I'm gonna go for another round
I'm gonna record another sound
So many souls that are lost and found
Take my hand and I will throw you to the ground