Angels cry
Suicide
Take my hand
Realize
It's all in good fun
Loading my gun
Blow my brains out
Burn and fade out
I hate this
Can we fake It
I make this
Let's base It
I hate this
Can we face It
I make this
Let's base It
Fuck I'm just a fiend
I might dance out in the rain
I keep coming up with numbers
till I run out of my brain
I keep looking in the streets
For my next dose I might need all these lovely woman
All they want is diamonds and a ring
I love these pills but all my friends
They think I just like leaving
I'm kneeling to the beings
Greeting me with bleeding briefings
Revelaing what they're stealing
I say that they're not real and appealing to my treason
But they know I won't stop healing
I hate this
Can we fake It
I make this
Let's base It
I hate this
Can we face It
I make this
Let's base It
I be waiting and craving
And thinking 'bout the past
I'm hating the fading
I was not build to last
I be waiting and craving
And thinking 'bout the past
I'm hating the fading
