Many Wills

I'm lying on my bed now No morning gives me promise of a glorious day Will happiness return? I overdrink the day I overdring the night I'm drinking forth myself abroad to an empty loss down to a sunless sea to drown in my own misery Will my happiness return? Will the night lay to rest? Future-expectations there? Hopeful promise anywhere? Will my happiness return? Will the night lay to rest? Will the rainbow bridge my ways? Will there be glorious days? I'm a stranger for the world Nevermore to dance Isolation in my rooms Oh hell that I was born Too many wills that don't come true No chance to realize The final countown, final flight to false illusions, astral suicide I'll stop my sadness, use the key to the outlet of my misery