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Well I´ve got no more reason to live
And I´ve got no more love to give
Tonight´s the night
I´ll paint the town red
I´ll put another whole through my head
Unjustifiable existence
Now I feel the weight of a world on my back
I´ve seen the future
The future looks black
It´s what I must do
I have no reservations
Ain´t talk ´bout self preservation
Unjustifiable existence
Gravity crushing me
Gravity crushing me
Yeah I feel something pulling me down
Forcing me between myself and the ground
Of all the nightmares that ever came true
I think that gravity (gravity-gravity) is you
Unjustifiable existence
Gravity crushing me
Gravity crushing me
I´ve got a problem
A problem with hate
I can´t go on dragging this weight
A cold steel hand that won´t let go
Acid-filled thoughts out of control
I built myself a nice little cage
With bars of anger and a lock of rage
I can´t help asking Who´s got the key?
When I know damned well it´s me
No I ain´t hinting for sympathy
I´m used to dealing with apathy
The scars on my wrists may seem like a crime
Just wish me better luck next time
So what if I died a thousand deaths
You think I´m insane but I have no regrets
One more time won´t matter no question
Suicide is self expression.
And I´ve got no more love to give
Tonight´s the night
I´ll paint the town red
I´ll put another whole through my head
Unjustifiable existence
Now I feel the weight of a world on my back
I´ve seen the future
The future looks black
It´s what I must do
I have no reservations
Ain´t talk ´bout self preservation
Unjustifiable existence
Gravity crushing me
Gravity crushing me
Yeah I feel something pulling me down
Forcing me between myself and the ground
Of all the nightmares that ever came true
I think that gravity (gravity-gravity) is you
Unjustifiable existence
Gravity crushing me
Gravity crushing me
I´ve got a problem
A problem with hate
I can´t go on dragging this weight
A cold steel hand that won´t let go
Acid-filled thoughts out of control
I built myself a nice little cage
With bars of anger and a lock of rage
I can´t help asking Who´s got the key?
When I know damned well it´s me
No I ain´t hinting for sympathy
I´m used to dealing with apathy
The scars on my wrists may seem like a crime
Just wish me better luck next time
So what if I died a thousand deaths
You think I´m insane but I have no regrets
One more time won´t matter no question
Suicide is self expression.