Depression

Frustration is getting the best of me Trying to die isn't easy as it seems I throw myself from the tip of my brain Why is it so easy for Thursdays to get? And to think of you always, so covers the nation Now I'll take the plunge with no hesitation Because there's only so much that one man can give I stand here empty-handed with no reason to live

Depression (4x)

Well, they say that every dog has its game But the obituaries never print my name So I'm forced to decide my own extermination Whatever the cause, I will learn my lesson I feel this pain in the back of my stomach But pain is so great, it's hard for me not to love it When hard social maggots starting to devour Our game by our game, hour by hour

Depression (2x)

[solo]

Depression (2x)

[instrumental]

Depression

Put me out of my misery If you call yourself a friend Put me out of my misery Put a bullet in my head

True friends don't let true friends suffer Punk, don't let it to my brain Every night I pray to mother Come to me and ease the pain

Put me out of my misery If you call yourself a friend Put me out of my misery Put a bullet in my head