Suicide

John use to wake up in the morning
And could only think of suicide
'Cuz his biggest enemy
Was his mind

He use to eat breakfast
In the floor, like a rat
But he could hardly chew
With that mask

And when the first courtain came
John thought: "Is the end"
And 'though it soon opened again
John already couldn't stand...

All the sickness
And the cleanness
And the smartness
And the emptyness
And the lazy thoughts
And the fake Love
And the low, low, low, low hopes!
The low hopes brought him down
'Cuz he was just another one of the lazy town!