Surrounded by jerks each and every day
None is candid or understands my way
Smile to my face and a knife for my back
Waste of time but soon there's the payback
Getting them down and pulling the trigger
This picture I got and it won't let me shiver
Think they don't know what's this all about
Life is just a dream and I could not be proud
I will let them know when I start this end
Nothing will be left only agony and death
For others I will be mentally deranged
On this day just our class divide is changed
Getting the bullets for ending the stitch-up
Take my father's gun and they're fucked up
Coming to the place where all this shit began
One shot, a body drops, a living hell
Memories of me will never be the same
Some silent rounds will end this game
Feeling no pain and realize the dead
Just saving the last bullet for my head
Some say they will be born with it
Some say it is something what we did
Could it be a part of both?
And how could we get rid off it?