I am healthy and good-looking,

my wife is hot, my job is great.

I sleep well, I shouldn’t complain

‘cause food has been served on my plate.

I have a house and it’s big,

I have money, I have respect –

but all good things come with a price,

all magic has a side effect.

Somebody else is in my mind;

that hidden evil Mr. Hyde;

scary monsters from who knows where;

I think they are living inside.

Sometimes I feel I’m not myself;

sometimes I want to disappear.

What’s the point, I don’t see it;

what the fuck am I doing here?

I saw that fellow on the street,

a beggar and an amputee.

The guy looked like a joyful one;

the one that I will never be.

He seemed to have nothing at all;

nothing but an innocent smile.

How can I have that piece of mind?

to feel that joy, once in a while?