I know it's getting late
Because time is begging me
Not to throw another minute of my life away
But now that I'm awake
I'll just sit here and wait
To choke on the fumes that tomorrow will bring
Life is hard for me.
(I'm not sure what to do with myself)
Now that I'm afraid.
What's the point of being alive
If you don't make your life mean something?
What's the point of having gods and demons
If we're all going to live like zombies?
I never really bought in to any religions.
I was never allowed in the popular crowd.
This fake rock scene just never made sense to me.
Blood money's not such good company.
Life is hard for me.
(I'm not sure what to do with myself)
I've been pushed to the brink of madness.
What's the point of being alive
If you don't make your life mean something?
What's the point of having gods and demons
If we're all going to live like zombies?
Life is hard for me.
I've been pushed to the brink of madness.