If one can make a movie about serial killers

Maybe one could make poems about the ugliest fears

Don't want to brag and make starvation in the world sound beautiful

If you want, you're free to try, the TV will say you're a fool

I don't read a lot but my head's full of premade quotations

I've only been trying for three years to get the right opinion

Information, diversion, the elite of a nation

The more free time I get the more I'm fulled by procrastination

And I'll always end up writing about nothing

And in the end, will I be able to change something?

But I want to try, I want to try

Every day people die

I'm so lucky to get sprinkles in my eyes

I won't let the guitare sing for me

Underneath the melody

Is a weapon and it's legal and it's free

Carry on

Despite the lack of confidence

Carry on without a second look back

I wish I had nothing to loose

I could sing something quiet like that

Carry on

Despite the lack of confidence

Carry on without a second look back

And I'll always end up writing about nothing

And in the end, will I be able to change something?