The constant pressure, a heavy weight,
 Was a life I couldn't bear.
 Drugs were my escape, my fate,
 With music in the air.
My inner strength, it fades away,
 Completely drained and gone.
 It wasn't easy, come what may,
 But still, I carried on.
Life's a grinder, harsh and cold,
 It tears you piece by piece.
 A moment comes, a story told,
 When suffering finds no release.
But no answer was heard...
But no answer was heard... 
I'll die, that's all... I can't endure
 This agonizing fight.
 I'll cut my wrists and travel far
 To meet God in the depth of night.
He'll say, "You go my son,
 You lived the life your way"
 And I reply, "Hey, listen god
 Shut the fuck up!
 And get me drunk
 And brother - quickly get me funk
 Cause I"m feeling sick and bored, 
 In your god"s golden court... 
 But no answer was heard...