Now maybe i was just a baby born destination death;
Life was cold where i was, But the destination came upon me closer.
Maybe one day you'll feel something, Is what they all say,
Then just how much longer do i wait with this knife pressed against the veins.
The blood seeping through in opposite directions,
Who is out there? Listen, Can you hear my calls nor my crys?
Who is out there? Look, Can you see the pills i've taken nor my wrists bleeding.
Who is out there? Smell, Can you smell burning, every photo is burnt.
Who is out there? Feel, Can you find your way out in complete darkness?
And they keep saying lalala la lalaa
And they keep shouting lalalal lala alala
And they keep screaming lala lalala la
And they keep crying la la lalalaa laa
