Из альбома: Lyijy
As the old cliché goes, that worn out saying
"That which doesn't kill you… " Most surely cripple, maim
What goes through the mind of such lively numb?
You better hold on tight son; the worst is yet to come
Pray for Jesus to love you thou your soul he sold
Call suicide hot line and get the "please hold…"
But do not discriminate, hate all equally, alone
Smile is only skin deep, loathing goes right to the bone
It's an eye for an eye
Maybe life is not for everyone…
Maybe life is not for everyone…
As they watch you crumble, come undone
They won't mourn, they won't my son
Just lower you down and forget
If it was thought that counts you'd be down to your last straw
Dream to pass the time until the reaper's at your door
Because it's an eye for an eye
Maybe life is not for everyone…
Maybe life is not for everyone…
As they watch you crumble, come undone
They won't mourn, they won't my son
Just lower you down