When will I lose my mask of dirt
When will I only stop to hurt
Sitting on my electric chair
Thinking that god would meet me there
When will I stop digging my grave
When will I leave my darkest cave
Down in this sweet old fucking hole
I am about to lose control
Give in my love
Put on your glove
Give in my love
There is a real thing
There is a friend
A helping hand
There is a friend
There is a real thing
I’ve got a reason to live
I’ve got a whole lot to give
I’ve got a reason to live
I’ve got a whole lot to give
When will I lose my crown of shit
When will I have the guts to quit
Lying on my own guilloutine
Sweating out zero endorphine
Give in my love
Put on your glove
Give in my love
There is a real thing
There is a friend
A helping hand
There is a friend
There is a real thing
I’ve got a reason to live
I’ve got a whole lot to give
I’ve got a reason to live
I’ve got a whole lot to give
I’ve got a reason to live
