Autopsy An End To The Misery
Unhappy with the world in which you live You feel like shit, you wanna die Well who the f..ck is stopping you From taking your miserable life? Finger on the trigger Of the gun against your head Should you really do it? Will we miss you when you're dead? You're looking for advice And I've got some for you Kill yourself I don't care about you Go f..ck yourself You were born to lose