I've got to get my head right
I don't know if I'm dead, right?
I wanna make it, i wanna make it I Wanna make it through life
I hope I get my head right
Welcome to the dead life
Left if for the, left it for the goodbye
Love is never alive
And as reward here's a report, just like You wanted
And as a reward here's the form, it's Demonic
And as a reward, sick of the score; Hope isn't honest
Not what you thought, probably not, Cosmonaut