When I look in the mirror,
I see all my scars.
Given from a killer,
Who could be from Mars.
The joy is gone,
And so is the sun.
Why am I born?
And where is the fun?
When I look in my heart,
I see it is dead.
But not by my part,
Damn..I forgot,that I crawled into your bed.
The joy is gone,
And so is the sun.
I know why I was born,
It's because my father fucked my mum.