My head is like a hand-grenade
I never know how to control
The pressure grows up inside my head
You know that I’m never prepared
The time goes by in flash of light
One day I’ll explode
I feel my heartbeats knocking in my eyes
I’m trembling and howling violently with pain
I think I must cut my head off
But I’m weak, I can’t do it myself
I told you I really need help
But I was talking alone
Life for me is just a chore
Even if killing whores is a pleasure
I won’t continue like this
My life is just a chore
And I’m looking for the prey
The one who treats me
But my headache makes me think
That I am the victim
I’ll find the solution
The origin, the fault
I don’t want to stand anymore
It’s a need I don’t wanna live with
This spell is a spade in my heart
A bullet for my brain
I fuck your little perfect world
Killing
What a pleasure
I reign here around you