Budapest Nothing New
Nerves of steel again,
No one listening,
Frozen fishing,
Here comes self questioning,
Self comparison,
Soon turns green again,
Like every other time.
Actually, it's nothing that I haven't said before,
Nothing that I haven't felt before
But I'm not gonna feel it any more
Drunken praise again,
Don't mean anything,
What's the point again,
Arrives inside my head,
The head that's nearly dead,
Unlike the times bfore,
This is my curtain call.
Actually, it's nothing that I haven't said before,
Nothing that I felt before,
But I'm not gonna feel it any more
There comes a point where even the hardened take no
more,
The thickest of skin holds out no more,
But I'm not gonna take it any more.
It doesn't make a difference to me,
I never give up anyway
It doesn't make a difference to me.
