I bring quality to life,
I bring reality like the knife on your neck,
such moments flash you back on earth,
wishing living was worth all the pain you've endured,
wishing you felt secured when walking down the street,
but them fuckers feel your hartbeat,
and are there to make your life misarable,
thinkin bout' the knife you left on the table,
feelping surpressed,
feelings like these make you depressed,
you didnt ask for this trouble,
when the coast seems clear,
problems seem to have doubled,
it seems like everything ends with fear,
so you humbled back home,
where you think there is safety,
falling down on your knees,
crying your eyes out,
feelings that are not about to leave your head,
feelings that led others to suicide,
but you keep sticking to the feeling that everythings gonna be alright,
and when you feel like you're ready to pick your life back up again,
you get stabbed by a burglar wich grabbed the knife off the table in the
kitchen.