In the laugh you're crying In the light you're dying In the mob you're raped for the truth So tell me now what's the cost of your Youth?
Shoot now, think later For the dead it doesn't matter The stakes you gamble may be high for the game So tell me now what it likes to be insane?
Just the same, same feelings You kill again, yourself you killing The podium you walk on is too high to hide You can't run away from your own suicide...