You tell everyone your life´s so bleak
so what´s the fucking point?
Another day´s another mess and there´s none left you enjoy
You moan about how bad you feel and that everything is shit
just groan about it all the time but do not change a bit
You have FEAR OF LIFE, a rusty knife to slit ´em up
You have FEAR OF LIFE, ain´t got no hope
Self-pity is your tragedy and it´s the reason why
you can let go yourself again, why give it a try?
Long for a knife to spill your blood
but what the fuck you´ve got?
The only thing you´d leave behind is a body left to rot
You tell everyone your life´s so bleak
so what´s the fucking point?
Another day´s another mess, there´s none you do enjoy
Your misery´s a poor excuse, sometimes you gotta fight
Your FEAR OF LIFE can´t justify committing suicide