Suicidal

Well it is just a thought.

Suicidal

Snort some white s**t

Play my favorite song

Put a gun to my head

And blow this s**t off

What´s the point

Of burning in nights

And fading in days

What to hold for

To false friends

And ice cold relations

What to live for

For fame and money

That s**t don’t make me happy

And girls

They are just b*****s

Running after anything that shines

And any a*****e that’s famous

So snort some white s**t

Play my favorite song

Put a gun to my head

And blow this s**t off

This, white mass of bullshit

God has fixed in my head.