Isn’t often that I stand up to a challengeBut today I feel I’m fighting for my soulThey give me a quite plateBut how much will I leave to waste?Doesn’t matter if I wake up and I can’t breatheThis one’s for the worldNext one’s for the friendWaiting for the drugThat meets you at the endBut I don’t wanna end up like SeymourWhoaIt isn’t often that I try to climb this mountainBut today I find I’m half way to the topIt’s a bit shaky here but don’t get all worried up now dearI got a feeling if I fell right now I’d roll right into heavenIt’s been hiding under hell for way too longWhere I can dream until I fell further away for this oneWhoaCause that’s how we say « Goodbye, I hate you, I’m sickened, please don’t die »Way too many timesWe said « goodbye, I hate you, I’m sickened, please don’t die »Way too many timesWay too many times