Coma Cinema Blue Suicide
Crucified to my past life Be my blue suicide
Self-esteem makes little sense Primitive and malcontent
I guess a smile Has it's place But there's a skull Under my face
It's in control I do what I'm told.
Lovers in self-denial f..cking execution style
Drown the summer, burn the beach Going under, drinking bleach
Can you stay legit And keep it real While your hunger begs You for mass appeal
So you can hide From what time won't heal
