Give me a gun, give me a knife.
Give me a needle or I'll take my life.
The pain is killing, my stomach hurts.
My nerves are shaking, the dope is inside.
Blow my brain out, kill the lust.
But still there is a feeling, I need more at last.
Everyday is the same.
Try to break the hours of the day.
The criminal part, you don't really care.
You just need the feeling, ou want to be there.
You don't need no sleep, you don't need to eat.
You just need the people, who give your needs.