An End To The Misery — Autopsy

Unhappy with the world in which you live You feel like shit, you wanna die Well who the fuck is stopping you From taking your miserable life?

Finger on the trigger Of the gun against your head Should you really do it? Will we miss you when you're dead? You're looking for advice And I've got some for you

Kill yourself I don't care about you Go fuck yourself You were born to lose