I’ll hit my head still I’m not dead!
Please stop my hands I can’t do that

I paid poison is great I’m losing my life
My eyes, don’t look inside
They are full of the hope
But there’s not a sympathy
I can stand suffering and blood
That’s my offering to God
I’m humble you are the best
But your upbringing razes my laugh

My skin is blue I’m not like you
Hole in my head there’s one or two

Please give me the gun, give me the shells
I’ll write a note that I shot myself
Please don’t let them to know
That it was a [bad word] show
I don’t want that someone was
Filling the guilt because of I’m chork
My life is [bad word] it’s like a book
Written by psych that was the God

I’m on the floor by legs to a door
Go away my soul I’m not man more

Please don’t let them to know, to fill it’s a show
Shown to deceive my friends and my parents too
Shown to explain that my death wasn’t bad
I’ve shot myself but not broke my head by hands

It’s cracking! It’s cracking! 
It’s cracking! It’s cracking!
BURST!