Screw this life and screw this knife
There comes a moment of pain itself
Screw you dad and screw your wife
hear my screams fill my mouth

There I hold a knife in my side
that moment of sheer pain itself
Bleeding red, seeing blue
I look down but my eyes look up
That moment of not-myself

Screw this life and screw this knife
The wound has closed and now It's soed
I lay in bed of red cressent
maybe cross or david

There I hold a knife aside
That moment of thinking by my self
Droping it, silver crashes
I look down But I dont look back

Screw this life, but screw this knife
Life's a bitch but maybe It's worth the pain of life