Anything Beats Suicide

By Carpa Túnel · Apr 10, 2008 ·
  1. The pills are locked on the inside
    The knives have found a new place to hide
    They wont give up the arguement just yet
    This is the most missed life youve ever met
    But Ill keep telling myself, oh just to myself
    Im not giving up the game just yet

    We`re still in one peice, we`re still in one peice
    The games not over yet and the dice wont cease
    The pains still there just my minds not disceased
    Stress is a virtue, ha, sarcasms my game
    Putting emotion to the noose and blood to the fame

    Locked behind a door with key
    Nothing there for me to see
    Im still standing, im still here
    Still living, half wanting another beer
    The funs not over
    Ill make more sense when im sober

    We`re still in one peice, we`re still in one peice
    The games not over yet and the dice wont cease
    The pains still there just my minds not disceased
    Stress is a virtue, ha, sarcasms my game
    Putting emotion to the noose and blood to the fame

    Still in one peice, or mabey three...
    (Ill let you decide)

    We`re still in one peice, we`re still in one peice
    The games not over yet and the dice wont cease
    The pains still there just my minds not disceased
    Stress is a virtue, ha, sarcasms my game
    Putting emotion to the noose and blood to the fame

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