Finger on the Trigger - Until the End

Saturate yourself with the stench of stupidity

It seems you’re addicted to playing the fool

Inhale the lies of beauty

And fame they’ve got you trapped in a losing game

Is this what you need?

What you need to fit in?

Fit into what?

An early grave

Swallow every lie that is fed to you

Watching yourself decay everyday

Coughing up life, do it again and again

Playing a game you have no chance to win

As you’ve seen this world prey on weakness

This moral decay takes my breath away

The air that i breathe — second hand disease

How can you say it doesn’t affect me?

Put the barrel down your throat

Pull the f**king trigger choke