Real life, never ending torment,
spit out blasting down this dumb ideas.
lost in hope and forgotten in tears,
forever fleeing because of these fears.
walked down the line,
through nightly heaven,
angels burned down and cried,
every warm feeling has died.
see this life,
never think about dying,
without loosing yourself,
you were never crying.
find yourself in this see of shit,
the top is the ground everyone spits.
taking this gun on top of your head,
the bullet rushed through your thoughts,
they were neverending nightmares,
and will follow you into your dead.
you don't know what i meant to say,
look at your life,
but maybe it is okay,
that you will be killed with your own hand,
which holds the knife.