I’d get cold feet too if I’d be dead in the water
Sins of the son committed with the knife of his father
Born condemned, Karma cleaves another clean cut
Senseless to the pain but my motherfucking spleen hurts
Their minds quiet in suspended sleep
Steadily sinking with their brick weighted feet
Slave labour as far as the eye can see
An endless brutal penance for a life of evil deeds
Point to the sky to show one you can trust -
The comfort of a lie as a mortality crutch
Ask me “who am I?”, just another one who’s fucked
I don’t really want to die, I’m just fed up with the hurt.

So quit talking please
It’s no use, ‘cause I’ve heard enough
Hollow life feels great, but it’s a bitter pill to chew
Nothing, nothing you do
Could make my heart beat like before
I feel nothing, do you?
We’d better run that through.

So paint my face with the blood,
I made a calendar out of my wounds
And all this time we’ve been looking up
My downfall might aswel be you
And every cut twice as deep
The first I loved was the last to weep
Life showed me no mercy
Blood taught me I’m thirsty