Sanoja: Cold. I Don't Wanna.

i dont want to sing again
i dont want to see anymore
no i
dont want to play this game

this should be my last advice
i no longer will disguise
for you
and anyone

now i never talk again
i never walk again
no dance
drunken anymore

im refusing everything
little wall allong the brain

cant hear
the rumors anymore

will i survive
with all this debts?
will i survive
with all this knives and this guns in my hands?
will i survive?
will i survive?
will i survive?
will i survive?
with all this knives and this guns in my hands?
will i survive?