Cloth on your head
Every sign says that you're sick
When Atlas shrugged
The whole world was fucked
You fell down the drain with the shit
Chorus:
So I shrug
Cause I don't care
(Peek-a-boo!) you see me
But I'm not really there
There was everything to live for
But so quickly, leave an open door
She put the gun to her her head and a hand on her throat
Careful, don't get blood on the suicide note
Chorus:
You bleed here
And no-one cares
(Ha-ha-ha!) you want me
But I'm not really there
Shoot me, I'm sick
Shoot me, I'm sick
Shit...shit...shit...shit