Chances Are For Poets

Before you put the shades shut forever tell me that our ties were always meant to sever
So let me know if I´ve been right all the time so that i could have taken bets on my decline

So to all great cities, to all I´m sorry´s, to bitter beginnings and miserable endings, to all magicians: Let me tell you that I´ve become a cynic! So guess who will laugh last? So fuck off!

Show me your best trick and get off this stage!
Let the curtains fall down, I´ll burn this stage to the ground, so I can laugh at the ashes as I shout at them:
All I wanted was everything I needed to stay alive!

So to all great cities, to all I´m sorry´s, to bitter beginnings and miserable endings, to all magicians: Let me tell you that I´ve become a cynic! So guess who will laugh last? So fuck off!

And my worst enemy is my memory