I put the gun behind my head,
Everyone I know puts a knife in my hand,
Makes a deep wound, for no reason, I feel evil.
Opening a window to continue watching gore, bloodshow, liveleak and for fun, I hate this vice, opening kaotic to continue with this life.
And if that were not enough, sad satan arrives like a nail in the nose

My damn mind is controlled by a puppeteer who gives me nightmares.
It's fucked up thinking about suicide all the time, I'm tired of myself.