Look at me against myself again Fighting with something i can´t explain Blood seems to want get out of me Do you still believe in what your eyes fucking see? ´Couse this is not a dream And it only has begin What is this inside of me? Another part of my disease? Cannot delete what´s already done Cannot wait for you to come It´s time to act, time for me to figth and you will see Nothing is like it seems, nothing feels like it tastes In this fucking life, we are destinated to fake
Why can´t i be... like another person walking trough... Dreams inside of me... Tell me the way to know the truth...
And now my hand begins to shake, probably the bullet won´t go straigth You look at me and say: "Fuck you!" STOP! Well fuck you too... Another problem i have to face, another shit, another desgrace I can´t seem to make it work here, does this mean the end is near?