I walk the line ´till the ond of the road.
I never went that far.
I wanna drown myself in your eyeball.
The midnight pain is on the way.
It seems like this will be the day.
I don´t care and i don´t think about it.
But hey, you paint me,
You taint me like every single day.
You hate me, you fake it.
I wish you´d go away.
Pain hates me, pain hates me,
Like every single day. it´s okay, it´s okay.
I cut out shapes of murdered dreams
An pin them on your chest.
Painting a numbers, little baby.
You are my favorite number one
In a line of things not to become.
I don´t care and i don´t thing about it.