Doctor please, I need a new hope
The more I run, the more the track becomes
A living hell paved with regrets
I’ve been looking for some help
The smiles in the streets they scare
The hands on my back they fucking weight
The picks in my head they help
I believe

Shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake

The wine, the whiskey, they became discrete pills
The ice pick, a remedy
The ice pick, a remedy
I’ll never find a way to wake up

And here comes the mourning
And here comes the mourning
I give up, the steel is already in

Understand
You’re the last chance I take
You’re the last chance I fucking take
To die

And I don’t wanna die
And I don’t wanna die
Who cares about real questions
Giving you the doubt you need?

I’m tired of thinking of what I could get to drop out
I’m alone now, I’m the same ol' trap
Longing for a sandbox smile to come back
I feel left being, I feel left being

I feel left being, I feel left being
I feel left being, I feel left being

On and on the same glass
On and on the same glass
On and on the same glass
On and on the same glass, and the bottle is down
(On and on the same glass) and the bottle is down
(On and on the same glass) and the bottle is down
(On and on the same glass)