You tell everyone your life's so bleak
So what's the f*cking point?
Another day's another mess and there's none left you enjoy
You moan about how bad you feel and that everything is sh**
Just groan about it all the time but do not change a bit
You have FEAR OF LIFE, a rusty knife to slit 'em up
You have FEAR OF LIFE, ain't got no hope
Self-pity is your tragedy and it's the reason why
You can let go yourself again, why give it a try?
Long for a knife to spill your blood
But what the f*ck you've got?
The only thing you'd leave behind is a body left to rot
You tell everyone your life's so bleak
So what's the f*cking point?
Another day's another mess, there's none you do enjoy
Your misery's a poor excuse, sometimes you gotta fight
Your FEAR OF LIFE can't justify committing suicide