You tell everyone your life's so bleak So what's the fucking point? Another day's another mess and there's none left you enjoy You moan about how bad you feel and that everything is shit Just groan about it all the time but do not change a bit You have FEAR OF LIFE, a rusty knife to slit 'em up You have FEAR OF LIFE, ain't got no hope Self-pity is your tragedy and it's the reason why You can let go yourself again, why give it a try? Long for a knife to spill your blood But what the fuck you've got? The only thing you'd leave behind is a body left to rot You tell everyone your life's so bleak So what's the fucking point? Another day's another mess, there's none you do enjoy Your misery's a poor excuse, sometimes you gotta fight Your FEAR OF LIFE can't justify committing suicide