Failure (Station 16)
Yhu, mtshana!
I’ve failed
Like, proper failed, hey
I’m writing this note from the bottom of the rock
Scraping the bottom of the barrel
From Station 16,
A psych ward in the middle of Germany, somewhere,
Nowhere
(Irgendwo, Nirgendwo)
A man screams into the night from Station 15 below
Lower than rock bottom
But he doesn’t know that
(Maybe he does, I can’t say)
When we go on our morning walks in the park below,
Us Station 16 Leute,
(Station 16 people),
We look up at the Station 14 and Station 15 people,
They’re always screaming something incomprehensible,
The guy next to me always says:
Zum Glück sind wir nicht wie sie
(Luckily, we aren’t like them)
They’re the addicts and the ones who tried to kill themselves
I don’t know,
I mean, I’m no better off than them, really
They failed and I did too
I failed ‘better’ because I risked less
They threw the dice on life and death!
I think we all want to escape,
Stations 14 to 16,
Life is too much with us –
It becomes overbearing
I don’t mean to sound macabre,
But, the Station 14 and Station 15 people,
They tried
I was too scared
Zum Glück,
(Luckily),
As my therapists tell me
I don’t know
Station 14 and Station 15 people strike me as people of action
A quality I admire
But they failed
I failed
Stations 14 to 16,
We all failed
But each morning we Station 16 people look up and say,
Zum Glück sind wir nicht wie sie
I don’t know, hey
We all failed,
To different degrees, sure,
But we’re all here,
At rock bottom
