I want to wake up in your
white, white sun
I want to wake up in your world
with no pain
but I'll just suffer in a hope to die
someday while you are numb
all of the way

when you hate
it you know you can feel
but when you love it
you know it's not real
no

and I am resigned to this wicked fucking world
on its way to hell
the living are dead and
I hope to join them too
I know what to do and I do it well...

when you hate it you know you can feel but
when you love it you know it's not real
no

shoot myself to love you
if I loved myself I'd be shooting you