I want to wake up in your
white, white sun
I want to wake up in your world
with no pain
but I'll just suffer
in a hope to die someday
while you are numb all of the day

when you hate it you know you can feel but
when you love it you know it's not real
no

and I am resigned to this wicked fuckker world
on it's way to hell
the living are dead and
I hope to join them too
I know what to do and I do it well...

when you hate it you know you can feel but
when you love it you know it's not real
no

Shoot myself to love you
if I loved myself I'd be shooting you