| When will | |
| I lose my mask of dirt | |
| When will | |
| I only stop to hurt | |
| Sittin‘ on my electric chair | |
| Thinkin‘ that god would meet me there | |
| When will | |
| I stop diggin‘ my grave | |
| When will | |
| I leave my darkest cave | |
| Down in this sweet old fuckin‘ hole | |
| I am about to lose control | |
| Give in my love - put on your glove | |
| Give in my love - there is a real thing | |
| There is a friend - a helping hand | |
| There is a friend - there is a real thing | |
| I’ve got a reason to live | |
| I’ve got a (w)hole lot to give | |
| When will | |
| I lose my crown of shit | |
| When will | |
| I have the guts to quit | |
| Lying on my own guilloutine | |
| Sweating out zero endorphine | |
| Give in my love - put on your glove | |
| Give in my love - there is a real thing | |
| There is a friend - a helping hand | |
| There is a friend - there is a real thing | |
| I’ve got a reason to live | |
| I’ve got a (w)hole lot to give |
| When will | |
| I lose my mask of dirt | |
| When will | |
| I only stop to hurt | |
| Sittin' on my electric chair | |
| Thinkin' that god would meet me there | |
| When will | |
| I stop diggin' my grave | |
| When will | |
| I leave my darkest cave | |
| Down in this sweet old fuckin' hole | |
| I am about to lose control | |
| Give in my love put on your glove | |
| Give in my love there is a real thing | |
| There is a friend a helping hand | |
| There is a friend there is a real thing | |
| I' ve got a reason to live | |
| I' ve got a w hole lot to give | |
| When will | |
| I lose my crown of shit | |
| When will | |
| I have the guts to quit | |
| Lying on my own guilloutine | |
| Sweating out zero endorphine | |
| Give in my love put on your glove | |
| Give in my love there is a real thing | |
| There is a friend a helping hand | |
| There is a friend there is a real thing | |
| I' ve got a reason to live | |
| I' ve got a w hole lot to give |
| When will | |
| I lose my mask of dirt | |
| When will | |
| I only stop to hurt | |
| Sittin' on my electric chair | |
| Thinkin' that god would meet me there | |
| When will | |
| I stop diggin' my grave | |
| When will | |
| I leave my darkest cave | |
| Down in this sweet old fuckin' hole | |
| I am about to lose control | |
| Give in my love put on your glove | |
| Give in my love there is a real thing | |
| There is a friend a helping hand | |
| There is a friend there is a real thing | |
| I' ve got a reason to live | |
| I' ve got a w hole lot to give | |
| When will | |
| I lose my crown of shit | |
| When will | |
| I have the guts to quit | |
| Lying on my own guilloutine | |
| Sweating out zero endorphine | |
| Give in my love put on your glove | |
| Give in my love there is a real thing | |
| There is a friend a helping hand | |
| There is a friend there is a real thing | |
| I' ve got a reason to live | |
| I' ve got a w hole lot to give |