I actually don't feel like talking about it, which is weird for me since I almost never shut up. There's really not much to say, except that when I feel like this it's like ... one of those German words that means two different things at once. Figure that the fuck out for yourself.
You don't need to speak German to enjoy this. The first lines are, "I burn my studio, sniff the ashes like cocaine. I strike dead my gold fish, bury it in the yard. I blow up my apartment, let go of everything I have."
If that's not a good time, I've never had a good time.
