Painkiller
Insecurity, this time it's got the best of me
Apathy, this time I think it's killing me
Try to scream, but I can't make any noise
Try to breathe, but the breath has lost my voice
There has got to be a better way
Some way to get rid of this fucking pain
Is my future in a razor blade?
Sometimes suicide isn't so insane
Bad memories, so I drink to forget
But you see, all I lose is self respect
No control, no more goals and no more aim
Blackened soul, everyday it feels the same
Can't face the boredom that everyday brings
I'm feeling guilty for an uncommitted crime
Left dangling from a puppeteer's strings
My body's free but my mind is doing time
Suicide, everyday a soul is lost
Justified, I think I'll carry my own cross
Bedside note, sorry mother if you cry
But life's a joke, so I think today, I'll just lay down and die
Autor(es): Héctor Acosta / Glenn Tipton / K.K. Downing / Håkan Lundqvist
