Hardcore Superstar - Wake up in the garbagecan

Its kind of creepy when youre out of Control Lonely Youre like a walking corpse without A soul Lonely Why am I not surprised Born to tell the perfect lie Oh what a feeling being one of a kind Lonely I feel sad I feel sedated My touch is overrated Wake up dead in the garbagecan I got a feeling that Im in my best Wake up dead in the garbagecan Ill pretend I wake up dead Give me a moment Got a story to tell Hold mean affectionate boy but hell wake up In hell Hold me With all your grease and reptile smile In your grave there arent no lies Oh what a maggot brain My devil inside Hold me