Don't you know it's so good when you have to die... Your mind road don't feel in-si-de so don't And you don't know what you are... and you will Ne ver tell me you will get what does not Your thoughts still lie in that magic mist... (But) real world is not there you use your fists I feel... lies be hind and you don't how they Don't think bout death as a out it won't make Don't try... masks they will halt... those you Can't find your self? It's your fault but you can't I feel... lies be hind and you don't how they Don't you know it's so good when you have to die... Your mind road don't feel in-si-de so don't I feel... lies be hind and you don't how they I feel... lies be hind and you don't how they My mind is fed up of... yours It's a- ways Death sad- ness but no re morse I can't find You wan na be proud of what be fore you