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I am angry I am ill and I'm as ugly as sin 
my irritability keeps me alive and kicking 
I know the meaning of life, it doesn't help me a bit 
I know beauty and I know a good thing when I see it 


This is a song from under the floorboards 
this is a song from where the wall is cracked 
my force of habit, I am an insect 
I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that fact 


I know the highest and the best 
I accord them all due respect 
but the brightest jewel inside of me 
glows with pleasure at my own stupidity 


This is a song .... 


I used to make phantoms I could later chase 
images of all that could be desired 
then I got tired of counting all of these blessings
and then I just got tired 


This is a song ...