Every day I see my life walk away pretending that I'm
Running down and upstairs, waiting for that moment,
Cold like ice, so sober... it's my time to puke this
Hate...
Yes, I'm going to pull the trigger!
All my friends, are lying on the ground, they stare at
Ceilings and nobody breaks the silence like stupids
Looking
At (for) s train,
It's not hard to pull the trigger.
Remember those moments, those questions, and anybody
Told me the answers, this silence has left me alone!
And if I'm weird, if I am sick, if I don't fit in...
Don't understand the meaning or your lives... every
Thing's done!
And I don't regret, serched for inside of me, that
Feeling of hate, 'cause I'm and electric man and I'm
Going to pull the trigger.
