歌词
Good times and mutilation
God took a vacation
Self-worth and frustration
Everything so wasted
God's on vacation
Deceived by what you said,
stuck inside my head
Some way I've been mislead,
the more I'm living, the more i'm dead
Nothing's left, now it's gone,
all that's left, a fucking hole
Thought I had it, should've known,
this is how, to kill your soul