I will try to buy my freedom I am cursed with golden chains And the walls are getting thinner Will I survive these phantom pains?
I still believe there’s something wrong. It’s getting hopeless, cause it can’t get much worse. What other choices, should I have made here first? There’s no excuses, are we a waste of skin? So does it matter? If I would lie down still.
Put the gun against my temple Ask the question by my grave Hope the end will make you wiser Tell me where was God today?