It´s kind of creepy when you´re out of
Control
Lonely
You´re like a walking corpse without
A soul
Lonely
Why am I not surprised
Born to tell the perfect lie
Oh what a feeling being one of a kind
Lonely

I feel sad I feel sedated
My touch is overrated

Wake up dead in the garbagecan
I got a feeling that I´m in my best
Wake up dead in the garbagecan
I´ll pretend I wake up dead

Give me a moment
Got a story to tell
Hold mean affectionate boy but he´ll wake up
In hell
Hold me
With all your grease and reptile smile
In your grave there aren´t no lies
Oh what a maggot brain
My devil inside
Hold me