Ain’t I? LyricsHeard that love is in the air
But the only thing I breathe is gas
Gas of Misanthropia
The myth of love is dead
Feel like being not understood
God, I wish you fucking could
Visit my island of sorrow
Love today, hate tomorrow
Walking among the trees
On my island full of sorrow
Trees resembling corpses
Ain't I a happy bastard?
Just all in my head
These thoughts of of fucking death
Maybe all fantasies
But oh so real to me
Don't wanna be positive
'cause there will always be "if"
No need to fucking hope
For good times which won't come
