Sitting on his bed he’s waiting for bustle in his life
When many people are burning in the flames
He wishes he gave up his place
To these people stuck in the fire
Just because it is raining in his head
Burning in the flames
He’s thinking about his friends
Who don’t know what he’s watching on TV
He wishes he gave up his place
But it’s on him the lightening has struck
What the fuck people complain of weather???
I want cry, just cry
I don’t wanna do anything else
I wanna die, just die
So take a gun and shoot my face