Sad day, my friend,
The day I find myself
Down it has been
Three years

I need some help, my friend,
To help myself
In need I cannot reach
The rim

No light, my friend,
To light my way
In troubled times
I see no shore
What I have seen
Makes it too hard
To be again myself some more.

Mad mind, my friend,
I mind it all
The noble thoughts they turn
To stone

I need some help
I am in trouble here
My life - a puppet
And I - the puppeteer
Imprisoned in an absurd cell

Sad day, my friend,
The day I find myself
I let them win and now
I am in hell!