Coma Cinema
Blue Suicide
Crucified to my past lifeBe my blue suicideSelf-esteem makes little sensePrimitive and malcontentI guess a smileHas it's placeBut there's a skullUnder my face It's in controlI do what I'm told.Lovers in self-denialFucking execution style Drown the summer, burn the beach Going under, drinking bleachCan you stay legitAnd keep it realWhile your hunger begs You for mass appeal So you can hideFrom what time won't heal
From Letras Mania