i see the world that i despise i see the world with bloodless eyes and now i know its all too late cause what i feel is hate and hate and hate and hate what colour has the smell of suicide i count the days of my unpleasant life and every time i look into your face i realise that now its all too late sometimes i wish i had a gun and i could cancel what has begun and now i know its all too late and i keep calm and have to tolerate my fate