Young and angry men are holding their breath Before they end up dead Listening to voices in their heads Before they end up dead
I try to be perfect I just close my eyes And I’m waiting for that moment… to die
Young and angry men are holding their breath Sit still and bow their heads Listening to voices in their heads Before they end up dead
I try to be perfect I just close my eyes And I’m waiting for that moment… to die
Who are you and why, Are you the master of our lives? This is not the time! This is not the place, nor time! I try to be perfect And I’ll try not to die tonight