Surrounded by jerks each and every day None is candid or understands my way Smile to my face and a knife for my back Waste of time but soon there's the payback Getting them down and pulling the trigger This picture I got and it won't let me shiver Think they don't know what's this all about Life is just a dream and I could not be proud I will let them know when I start this end Nothing will be left only agony and death For others I will be mentally deranged On this day just our class divide is changed Getting the bullets for ending the stitch-up Take my father's gun and they're fucked up Coming to the place where all this shit began One shot, a body drops, a living hell Memories of me will never be the same Some silent rounds will end this game Feeling no pain and realize the dead Just saving the last bullet for my head Some say they will be born with it Some say it is something what we did Could it be a part of both? And how could we get rid off it?