I know it´s getting late
Because time is begging me
Not to throw another minute of my life away
But now that I´m awake
I´ll just sit here and wait
To choke on the fumes that tomorrow will bring

Life is hard for me.
(I´m not sure what to do with myself)
Now that I´m afraid.

What´s the point of being alive
If you don´t make your life mean something?
What´s the point of having gods and demons
If we´re all going to live like zombies?

I never really bought in to any religions.
I was never allowed in the popular crowd.
This fake rock scene just never made sense to me.
Blood money´s not such good company.

Life is hard for me.
(I´m not sure what to do with myself)
I´ve been pushed to the brink of madness.

What´s the point of being alive
If you don´t make your life mean something?
What´s the point of having gods and demons
If we´re all going to live like zombies?

Life is hard for me.
I´ve been pushed to the brink of madness.