Better To Die - Dangerous Toys

Under psychosis again wonderin' if you’ll come down

Askin' if you ever get to win, wear some kind of crown

Is there a new way that they don’t explain to find on your own

It’s more of a suffering you wait for the pain, just stand alone

Red — dead — hard — not to break

It’s better to die on your feet than on your knees

Are you kidding yourself again to think she’s comin' home

Found the time to lose your answer now she’s not alone

Don’t stay of course your senses will never be the same

Even in her room the difference you’re gone, so fuckin' lame

Beg — stay — hard — not to break

It’s better to die on your feet than on your knees

And all of this time, just weak therapy

Won’t you pick up the slack, have an attack it’s your pace

Torture over for you now that yo’ve blue in the face

Freak out over the test — satiable mess in the pause

Between all of the lines, pay all the fines read the clause

Now you hang in darkened quarters, still you’ve been here before

Feeling way too familiar, not again, now that you’re bored