Weltschmerz

And do I curse the moon

Or the sun not coming out?

And can I blame it onto others

Or put the burden on myself?

Am I dimmer than the future?

Future so shy, future not earned

Die Zukunft ist die Nächsten

Five, four, three, two, hot girl shit first

Here it comes briefly

Put goggles on

The heart wants what it wants

And it wants some

(Some, give me some)

(Come on, give me some)

(Come on, give me some)

(Come on, come on, come on)

(Comе on, give me some)

(Comе on, come on, come on)

(Come on, give me some)

Give me some, give me some

Give me some

Fairy blood sugar

My limbs are tingly

I try to get up

I try and stand up

But I'm faint and I'm laying here

Like a painting of a girl with tuberculosis

(Romanticise that, huh)

(That was witchy)