I'm holding my left hand on the line,
I hate to make people sad, but I also hate to lie,
In my green greenhouse are rosebud trees and memories,
All late affairs and wasted possibilities,
I'm holding my left hand on the line,
I never felt much respect for those of you that I denied,
If I apologize you'll hunt me down with memories,
All late affairs and wasted possibilities
And now this life won't seize me, it failed to please me at this very time,
Long winding stairways, doors without keyholes, nothing sheds a light,
Into the abyss, revived with rabies, I keep falling down,
Under the rage spell, I'm angry as hell, oh my fucking God!