aint it right?

who gave some1 this right to give me life

Struggling at every step

gaining pain to feel alive

striving to take air in,

why some 1 gave me this life?

 

I'm no happy no more,

and i hate to be so

can’t a sad 1 be alive?

why every 1 keeps yelling,

forcing me to buy a life?

 

its better to be dead than to be dying

its better to be SAD than to be alive

why cant i decide when to live and when to cry?

why this world gives me reason to be free?

and than asks me to try until I'm exhausted.

until the reason to try,

is to keep trying until I Die

who gave some1 this right to give me life

when I don't want to be alive?

FULL ][ THROTTLE

Feeling blood rush in my veins
Touching vibrations of the engine blasts
Breaking chains of the fucking pains
Kicking deaths ass every time, I regain
Faster than sound, now nothing I hear
I’m right in town and I have hit the fastest gear

I don’t care what others think
To see what they say isn’t my job
More they are scared
better I feel
the Better I feel
to see ooo0H When my glimpse they steal

Covered with cars and futile brains
Roads drowning in human rains
I fly or I ride many are confused
Touching top speed many feel is bloody great
And the ones left think that still being on my bike is just my fate

As I discover wind in my hair
I realize the adrenalin flow
Now I feel like a dark rider
And I hate all the losers who are slow
When I stop
like dead I feel, yet immortal
So I start again with a wheelie
And I start again with FULL THROTTLE