Pretending to be, to be my friend
But was better not at the end
I can't understand your fuckin' game
Back stabbing me at that way

Your friendly smiling mask
Hide the hypocrite you´re behind
But how long do yor think
This fake image you will keep?

Your words are a weapon
You point at your own head
By pulling the fucking trigger
Your nice image will fall down

But please, get a real gun
And give us a true fun
Pull the trigger, make me smile
At the end of this song!

Surelly I am singing loud
And louder I will sing in
Your funeral!

Composição: Rot