Give me a gun, give me a knife.
Give me a needle or I´ll take my life.
The pain is killing, my stomach hurts.
My nerves are shaking, the dope is inside.
Blow my brain out, kill the lust.
But still there is a feeling, I need more at last.
Everyday is the same.
Try to break the hours of the day.
The criminal part, you don´t really care.
You just need the feeling, ou want to be there.
You don´t need no sleep, you don´t need to eat.
You just need the people, who give your needs.