On these days of surrounding pain You're dreaming about some rest All your thoughts are freaking insane and you can't see any progress
They're crying on your grave Putting roses on the cold ground You killed yourself you were really brave They suffer, you don't give a fuck
I'm sick and tired living in this world Full of cruelty blood and fear Some of them start believing in God Others just don't wanna hear
Wooden coffin, tears on the ground Was it worth it, it wasn't for sure You're lying there, not giving a fuck Though your soul might have been cured
Chorus: Stupid things are allowed to do Cut your hands with the sharpiest razor Your closest people are suggested by you the suggestion of dying together