Run little rabbit Can't break the habit For none shapes Like a rocket And shoots like a pocket gun Every mothers' son has spent A lifetime on the run
Don't make me stay here Ambulance, hold your breath We're running short on air Ambulance, resuscitate At the edge, you see clearly I was dead Now I'
Depleting the need of thieves to care They rise on Degradations wings I've seen, we've all seen We have seen the coming price for our Self-righteous
my tears are gone, I am happy now Thanks for making it clear Go away You don't know what it's like to be dead inside I am dead to you You take my heart
Rickard Thulin] [Lyrics: Kenneth Nyman] With no prerequisite of living I'm existing Only to suffer Just to breathe means pain Cursed with existence
Run little rabbit, cant break the habbit for none Shapes like a rocket and shoots like a pocket gun Every mothers son has spent a lifetime on the run
in Don't make me stay here Ambulance, hold your breath We're running short on air Ambulance, resuscitate At the edge You see clearly I was dead Now I
Will there be enough water when my ship comes in? Water when my ship comes in Will there be water when my ship comes in? And when I set sail will there
, taste the wine Come, lose yourself Taste this time But keep it well Only love it all With heart and head For there is no drinking After you're dead
a time when we all, when we all must go Chorus: Better off dead, if you're going to believe Better off dead, in some painful (painful) memories Better off dead
taste the wine Come lose yourself Taste this time But keep it well - Only love it all With heart and head For there is no drinking, After your dead.
die Walk among the dead, pick your grave Like a disease spreading death, erasing your existence Like a disease spreading death, erasing your existence
called from the pen's inner sanctum Where the mega-gees regulate the streets, fuck release They got power that you can't comprehend, my friend They want you dead, yo, you're dead
But soon as I hit the car wash to get the tar off Then it's right back at it tomorrow They're like dead, this is in so get with the trend This is for
fuck Last night I cried tears of joy What did I do to deserve this? Rock a rhyme on my wrist a year ago I didn't even know dat bitches exist Quarter
street white robe with no shoes on his feet and on top of his head place a box with two slits and the sign from his neck said 'I do not exist' or a
side of town lounge never till we yawnin' Gun players regular front page is the bonus Life will keep existing while I'm shittin' on opponents Life will keep existing
said, "rest in peace" Realizin what he said man I can't talk, I don't exist, I'm a dead man Yeah I guess I'm dead right? I'm goin to the cemetary
