It doesn't hurt at all what you say, it's just letters, with dead skulls, speech bubbles. It doesn't hurt at all this look, it's just eyes between ears that are smoking. We are a comic, man, that's weird. Colorful signs fly through the air, milk and honey. What a comic, isn't that weird? Balancing on a narrow line between ouch and ironic. A bucket of shards under my chest. I smile because I think I have to. A thousand stars fly around my head. And so it goes on, petals just fly around, petals just fly around. Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na. It doesn't hurt at all what you think, it's just pictures, without this beautiful filter. It doesn't hurt at all what you do. Throw a piano at me and even then I'll sing a song for you. We are a comic, man, that's weird. Colorful signs fly through the air, milk and honey. What a comic, isn't that weird? Balancing on a narrow line between ouch and ironic. Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na. You spit fire around yourself as if you had nothing to lose. And every sentence out of your mouth sounds like broken dishes. Say, is it just about winning? Then I want to surrender. Here, please just go and take my heart as a war souvenir. We are a comic, man, that's weird. Colorful signs fly through the air, milk and honey. What a comic, isn't that weird? Balancing on a narrow line between ouch and ironic. Hey-ey-ey-ey Hey-ey-ey-hey Hey-ey-ey-hey Hey-ey-ey-hey Hey-ey-ey-hey Hey-ey-ey-hey Hey-ey-ey-hey Hey-ey-ey