Agathocles – Ain’t I Lyrics

AGATHOCLES
Ain’t I Lyrics

Heard that love is in the air
but the only thing I breathe is gas,
gas of Misanthropia
the myth of love is dead,

Feel like being not understood,
god, I wish you f**king could,
visit my island of sorrow,
love today, hate tomorrow

Walking among the trees,
on my island full of sorrow,
trees resembling corpses,
ain’t I a happy bastard?

Just all in my head,
these thoughts of of f**king death,
maybe all fantasies,
but oh so real to me
don’t wanna be positive,
’cause there will always be “if”
no need to f**king hope,
for good times which won’t come

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