I won't cry to stay with you
In my eyes concerned with [bad word] 
No one want's to see
What poisons me inside
And no one want's to hear
My faithful endless cry

Everybody lies
It is hard to believe
No one to rely
Except...

Bullet in my gun!
Bloody knife at hand!
No one understands
Then nobody will live
All it will be dust...

I am pleased with what I do
You are sick and poisoned too

Whatching your TV's
Taking all this lie
Going for a job
Trying to survive

Every day as one
Life is all messed up
Nobody to stop
And say...

Bullet in my gun!
Bloody knife at hand!
No one understands
Then nobody will live
All it will be dust
Except...

Bullet in my gun!
Bloody knife at hand!
No one understands
Then nobody will live
All it will be dust