IAMX - Volatile Times

Look at me, what have I become
I am lost I was once a gentleman
But the thief came out in old London town 
So I must leave you now 
But I will remember the ups and the downs 

Goodbye my friends
Goodbye to the money 
Adieu to the fuckers that think that it's funny 
I just want to turn the lights on
In these volatile times 

Look at me in the apocalypse
My European guilt, expecting instant fix
I imagine all the brutal services 
Of ancient infidels
Of all the wounded and the crying witches

Goodbye my friends
Goodbye to the money 
Adieu to the fuckers that think that it's funny 
I just want to turn the lights on
In these volatile times 

I drove through countries like a marching funeral
In the search of fools and utopias 
Along the lonely roads 
with all the empty human souls 
Filling their heavy hearts 
With slum religion and Coca-Cola
Every book is read and I'm paralyzed 
Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired

Goodbye my friends
Goodbye to the money 
Adieu to the fuckers that think that it's funny 
I just want to turn the lights on
In these volatile times