Take a back seat and let me tell you what's on my mind|Don't fight it, might end up in the ground if I tried|To control it, these suicide omens|So load up your weapons|Coz this might be your third strike||I'm so bored to death|World war four inside my head|Yeah I fought , but I got back up again|I tried to tie all these loose ends|Now I'm a mess||Clouding up the sunlight|Cut me like a knife|I'm feeling reckless|My body's oh so restless|I don't think its worth it|Coz this might be your third strike||Take a back seat and let me tell you what's on my mind|Don't fight it, might end up in the ground if I tried|To control it, these suicide omens|So load up your weapons|Coz this might be your third strike||Buried my soul|Sunk like a stone|How could you do that to me on my low?|Life after death|This is the end|I know you'll do it again||Ink on the line|Thought you were mine|Not a slip of the pen|Just a simple good bye|This might be your third strike||Clouding up the sunlight|Cut me like a knife|I'm feeling reckless|My body's oh so restless|I don't think its worth it|Coz this might be your third strike||Take a back seat and let me tell you what's on my mind|Don't fight it, might end up in the ground if I tried|To control it, these suicide omens|So load up your weapons|Coz this might be your third strike