Pretending to be, to be my friend

But was better not at the end

I can't understand your fuckin' game

Back stabbing me at that way


Your friendly smiling mask

Hide the hypocrite you´re behind

But how long do yor think

This fake image you will keep?


Your words are a weapon

You point at your own head

By pulling the fucking trigger

Your nice image will fall down


But please, get a real gun

And give us a true fun

Pull the trigger, make me smile

At the end of this song!


Surelly I am singing loud

And louder I will sing in

Your funeral!