Wastelife69

My brain can't rest My brain can't rest My brain can't fucking rest This crap that I Do to myself everytime Paralyzed Must be a wrack to feel alive Pushing the pedal Until nothing works anymore Lose of control is what I'm seeking for All fucking reason switched off When the madness begins Always on tension There is no rest Making best choices When I'm stressed Always on tension – obsessed With the rope that ties up my Waste life Fuck it Uff I see myself Burning in eternal flames I am pouring oil in the fire I stand in Reason denied Swinging hard until complete demise Long story short I fucking need this waste life My brain can't rest I lost control I lost I lost The sense of How to stop the flow of things Bartok three-seven This is three-seven life Three-seven Three-seven Screw the voices that tell you What to do (Living the fucking wastelife) Pushing the pedal Until nothing works anymore Lose of control is what Is what I'm seeking for Never have enough of it Can not quench my eternal thirst To finally feel my self-destructive Urge to wrap the rope around my neck I'm my judge and my hangman At the same time Guilty, I must hang, this is no Game I fight this war in my head This is waste time It's me against me This is waste life Your warnings - not heard Please shout a little louder Screeching appeal to reason But I will fucking drown her