I'll tell you a story
I once had some good in my life
It was a quiet kind of goodness
But addictive as well
Although it was good
Some dullness began to emerge
And I left all this good
In a hope to find something better

Now, after you get used to good all the time
"Just fine" will never satisfy you again
"Nothing special" becomes my worst enemy
Lonliness is now an ocean,
Out of which Fata Morgana's
little islands of vague goodness appear too rarely

Boredom is now, after all the good that went away,
Even worse than justified sadness
I crave for things to happen constantly

Give me life, give me orgasms
Give me tragedies, give me motion
Give me handful of tears to cry out
Just keep this fucking hell of boredom away from me!