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