life,
what can I say about it,
it's full of shit,
losing all my friends
that's where it all ends
the insecurities could eat me alive
that's why I wanna drive
Drive till I can drive no more
away from this fucking mess
the war inside my head
it's a war with no regret
killing brain by brain
giving me enormeous pain
pain I mostly can't stand
giving me power
to kill me with my own hand
maybe it's sickness,
or weakness,
just one thing is sure
i'm feeling insecure
sick in my head
waiting till i'm dead...