Turning on a light is overrated
sitting in the dark isn't always hated
The window breeze, chilling me up
While the spirit of death is signing me up
I've been a bad boy
I'm going straight to hell
I have no need for a broken soul that I might as well sell
The devil collects
But I don't regret
Like a fly sitting on the wall
When life had its ups, I don't recall
All I remember is the downs, when I didn't fall, I was already on the ground
Didn't have strength, none at all
It's officiall, I'm turning this light off