I can feel how it's crawling inside my skin... and I can't rip it off
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
There are something about four years I have the feeling that I'm fading away
Or someone is trying to make me faded, I don't really know
The constant pain haunts me
Gradually, I cover my hand with ink so that I understand that I'm still alive
Yo-o-o
Wake the f*cking up!
The voice inside my head is screaming: "Wake up or just f*cking die!"
I am the culprit of my problems, digging myself into ground
Peeling off my white-gray skin because I wanna feel alive
Avoidance in my darkest soul, a .357 at my skull
