In the laugh you're crying
In the light you're dying
In the mob you're raped for the truth
So tell me now what's the cost of your Youth?
Shoot now, think later
For the dead it doesn't matter
The stakes you gamble may be high for the game
So tell me now what it likes to be insane?
Just the same, same feelings
You kill again, yourself you killing
The podium you walk on is too high to hide
You can't run away from your own suicide...