Payout

I worth less than the coin lost in the ground Less than the bitch who tries to make you fall down And I stay in this way that I create To feel better for a moment but at the end I'm flickering Forced to live this awful times, that I would like to burn With my history, with my pain. It's always the same Burrow me deep into the mud So I can barely hear, my own thinking of leaving everything Burrow me deep into the mud We are the kindled ones Craving ourselves to melt And that's the payout for our sickness (I wanna give my own hands freedom) We are the kindled ones Craving ourselves to melt And that's the payout for our sickness If I'm still unable to push the beat of my heart, I will use the fingers to push my neck harder I feel pity, I feel rage No dignity for the strays Go away If I'm still unable to stop the beat of my heart, I will use the fingers to push my neck harder I feel pity, I feel rage No dignity for the strays Take the gallow, my old friend And make me suffer, step by step