Born in 1900, born to be a man

My smile is my disguise, but inside angry and sore

I think I might go crazy, I am feeling kind a weak

I want to be alone, I am ready for death



I press the knife into my wrist

And I hear my blood pour out



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As the stars come out

Need to meet a god

I am lost in my own world

There is nowhere to hide

No hope in my life

I like to taste pain

My fear is your fear

There is nowhere......nowhere to hide!



Once again I'm praying, 'cause I'm looking for a god

I need someone to trust, I try to clear my mind

I need some time to think, my mind is going blank

Like a tear down on my face, I am on a road to death