A gun in your head Squeeze the trigger and nothing happens It seems that the world is conspiring against you I don't think it's your turn The other world does not want you there. What's so bad you've done? You hear the whispers everywhere you go Phobias and fears are growing And there's no where to run. They don't want you here They don't want you there Where do you go? The death and life are your enemy now. You feel afraid of them They are afraid of you And others will hunt to get your neck You will give up? Cries of despair are heard And you will try one more time The gun pointed at his head again And pulled the trigger... To the end.