The More You Suffer The Better You Die
When I wake up, I don't know who it’s, too many men live inside!
Am I you or is it still me? No fucking clue who is on the ride.
I go to sleep and stay awakened, but I feel tired all the time.
Killing-date with my alter ego, it's just another victimless crime.
Face-off and join the purge!
DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE!
Stop by my borderline party!
DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE!
Help yourself at the pain buffet!
DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE!
Wipe out all your not needed baggage!
TRY, TRY, TRY, TRY!
Until you die.
I should skin myself to make sure, no-one else hides underneath.
That self-flagellation is it, a relied feeling that I need.
The more you suffer the better you die, a party with knifes and blades.
Let's see who's the last man standing, when I got rid of my redundant shades.
Face-off and join the purge!
DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE!
Stop by my borderline party!
DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE!
Help yourself at the pain buffet!
DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE!
Wipe out all your not needed baggage!
TRY, TRY, TRY, TRY!
The more you suffer the better you die, and the more that you sigh!
The more you suffer the better you will die!
Die without hope! Hang on the rope! Misanthrope! I‘ll slit your throat!
Tonight I‘ll bury all of you, your blood is ink on my page.
And everything you know about pain is a lie!
The more you suffer the better you will die! The more you suffer the better you will die!
