At the crack of dawn another bottle went by
My gun was loaded and so was certainly I
Shivered with fear as I put the gun to my mouth
I squeezed the trigger and fell to the ground
Do you know how it feels to look down in the barrel of a gun
To add another bullet and slowly reach for the trigger
To ask yourself and find no reasons why.....
To walk this earth instead of infinite placidity
As I lay on the ground and blood flows out from my head
My soul left this embodied pile of bones
Suicidal tendencies is what I beared
Now I'm no longer entangled in this twisted chains called life
Soon you´ll feel the same way, and you are next to feel dead
When you´re all out of hope and filled with dread
Soon you´ll feel the same way, and you are next to be dead
When you´re all out of hope and filled with dread
