Fear of Life Songtext

von Bad Co. Project

You tell everyone your life's so bleak
So what's the fucking point?
Another day's another mess and there's none left you enjoy
You moan about how bad you feel and that everything is shit
Just groan about it all the time but do not change a bit

You have FEAR OF LIFE, a rusty knife to slit 'em up
You have FEAR OF LIFE, ain't got no hope

Self-pity is your tragedy and it's the reason why
You can let go yourself again, why give it a try?
Long for a knife to spill your blood
But what the fuck you've got?
The only thing you'd leave behind is a body left to rot

You tell everyone your life's so bleak
So what's the fucking point?
Another day's another mess, there's none you do enjoy
Your misery's a poor excuse, sometimes you gotta fight
Your FEAR OF LIFE can't justify committing suicide