Gravity

(альбом: The Origin Of The Feces - 1992)

1, 2, 3, 4, I wanna live no more
Well I've got no more reason to live
And I've got no more love to give
Tonight's the night, I'll paint the town red
I'll put another hole through my head
Unjustifiable existence
Kill yourself now

Now I feel the weight of the world on my back
I see the future, the future looks black
It's what I must do I have no reservations
Ain't talking 'bout self-preservation
Unjustifiable existence
Gravity
crushing me
crushing me
crushing me

Yeah I feel something pulling me down
forcing me between myself and the ground
Of all the nightmares that ever came true,
I think that gravity is you
Unjustifiable existence
Gravity
crushing me
crushing me
crushing me