The cup is not half empty as pessimists say
as far as he sees nothing's left in the cup
A whole cup full of nothing for him to indulge
since the voice of ambition has long since been shut up
Then on that last day he breaks
and he stood tall
then he yelled, then he yelled,
and took his life
(Why world? WHY WORLD?? Hate you! HATE YOU!!! BYE WORLD!!!!!!)
Give me a reason to wake up and face the lie
I've been searching for a way out of this life
How will I make it through this long and bitter night?
With no hope that I'll find a sign, no hope that I'll find a sign