When will I lose my mask of dirt
When will I only stop to hurt
Sittin on my electric chair
Thinkin that god would meet me there
When will I stop diggin my grave
When will I leave my darkest cave
Down in this sweet old fuckin hole
I am about to lose control
Give in my love — put on your glove
Give in my love — there is a real thing
There is a friend — a helping hand
There is a friend — there is a real thing
I've got a reason to live
I've got a whole lot to give
When will I lose my crown of shit
When will I have the guts to quit
Lying on my own guillotine
Sweating out zero endorphine