You had a perfect life
You're born with innocence
You had a perfect wife
But now you're sick of it
You spend your time alone in silence
You think about the things you would've done
And then you take a pill to fight the
Voices that are running through your head
You kill in silence
A bullet through the head
Your work is violent
You'd rather see her dead
But I know where to find you when it's at night
And I know how you try to hide all your lies
Your lies...