You know what I'm talking about
'cause you´re the one who feels the same
you wake up, light a cigarette
choke a grin and again starts the game
you ask yourself: "What am I doing here?
It feels like living in a grave"
Again you lose your long lost temper
So hard to remember the times you were brave
But then - again
Believe - in friends
Who will - betray
Tomorrow - today
You're living in a grave - in a grave
Noone's lost- all are save
Delightful caught - in a dark wet cave
And the morality of distrust
Take your chance before you're lost
One day you´re fed up with what
Bothers you from time to time
You take your gun shoot your head
Your temple's dressed up by a bloody dime
You could twist in your lousy grave
When you see your so called friends arrive
It's so silly that the deads are honored
And noone cared when you were alive