My secret life - (remastered)

This dream, this life, this condition
All my despair and all my fights
My relief, my pride, my lies
My late-night collapse
It's my secret life, but it disfigures me
Share in the failing
Of the economy
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead, dead, dead, dead
A blood-red sky, a shakedown
A rapidly deteriorating situation
It ain't a colourful metaphor for my life
It's a huge sack of shit in the middle of my life
Living alone
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
Look: There's no denying this
That overall, I'm happy as can be
I want to appease the world
It's really a gift, but it disfigures me
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead, dead, dead
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead, dead, dead...