It seems that what I valued before
has been eaten cold by a ghost
Deeds, what's to gain here
I want to kill myself
but I ain't got the guts... yet
Ice cold, even the smoke cuts cold
Mother, father, brother, sister
you don't understand me
'cos how could you...
When I can't
Deeds, what's to gain here
I want to kill myself
but I ain't got the guts... yet
CHORUS:
You bastards
Blind laughters I miss my home
CHORUS:
Sick, feel sick
can't eat more of your shit
You are a decieving liar
and I am a mistrusting fire
Nowhere to go but home
Deeds, what's to gain here
I want to kill myself
but I ain't got the guts... yet
CHORUS:
