Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, okay, okay, yeah

In my bubble, bubble, bubble, they tell me life is beautiful, beautiful
The days pass but not the desire to shoot myself, bullet
Under your sweater, sweater, sweater, I know you're beautiful, beautiful
But deep down in your heart, yeah the darkness is palpable
And tell me how many guys you talk to on your phone?
Please make an effort it's becoming unbearable
I'm going to show up at your party with a knife in my bag
And I'm going to slash the face of the first one who looks wrong

You know I'm capable of it
Before this excited my fucking unstable side
You liked when I took you without remorse on the table
Yes your moans are but your words are not reliable
I know there are girls but it's her who haunts me
Lying on a roof I wait for shooting stars
You deserve a slow death, grab a thousand needles and stick them in your stomach
Grab a thousand needles and stick them in your stomach

In my bubble, bubble, bubble, they tell me life is beautiful, beautiful
The days pass but not the desire to shoot myself, bullet
Under your sweater, sweater, sweater, I know you're beautiful, beautiful
But deep down in your heart, yeah the darkness is palpable
And tell me how many guys you talk to on your phone?
Please make an effort it's becoming unbearable
I'm going to show up at your party with a knife in my bag
And I'm going to slash the face of the first one who looks wrong

I come out of the hospital but I'm even sicker than before
I admit that deep down it hurts to lose everything I had
I know you're watching my heart rot under the rising sun
And if we don't see each other in hell we'll never see each other again (never)

I have pains that don't want to disappear
The doctors say it's all in my head
No remedy to heal my malaise
The left angel suggests a bullet in the head
I'm becoming paranoid, I see traitors everywhere
And if I take revenge you won't recover
Your cowardly face in my fucking glasses
I cut off your head and I become the master

I have pains that don't want to disappear
The doctors say it's all in my head
No remedy to heal my malaise
The left angel suggests a bullet in the head
I'm becoming paranoid, I see traitors everywhere
And if I take revenge you won't recover
Your cowardly face in my fucking glasses
I cut off your head and I become the master

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