Agathocles -

Heard that love is in the air But the only thing I breath 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 fucking dead Maybe all fantasies But oh so real yo me Don't wanna be positive 'Cause there will always be "if" No need to fucking hope For good times which won't come