Probably The End

I know that is wrong, but I’m doing
Doesn’t matter what will happen
The satisfaction is guaranteed
I thrown myself in this dark with my conscience clean
My irresponsable instinc needs to be feed

When the silence tries to beat me with it’s words
My growls and screams shout it out loud
Inside of my fuckin’ head
This silence is not enought
To show me how the hell it works
Cause in a 18 year old boy’s head
Only exists a few words
Joy, drug, beer and fuck

The art of cheating with yourself
The art of cheating with youself
The art of cheating
But I don’t mind, ‘cause it makes
Me feel so fuckin’ good!!

I thrown myself in this dark
With my conscience clean
My irresponsable instinc needs to be feed
Tomorrow is another day, my day, like yesterday
No remorse, no regret, just alive
Right and wrong doesn’t exist anymore
You got the moment, you got yourself, besides

Long leaving for the weak mind
Long leaving for
The art of cheating with youself
The art of cheating

But I don’t mind, ‘cause it makes
Me feel so fuckin’ good!!
No memory, no fucking pain
No more
It's probably the end