Blue Suicide - Coma Cinema

Crucified to my past lives

Be my blue suicide

Self-esteem makes little sense

Primitive and malcontent

I guess a smile has its place

But there’s a skull under my face

It’s in control

I do what I’m told

Lovers in self-denial

Fucking execution style

Drown the summer

Burn the beach

Going under

Drinking bleach

Can you stay legit

And keep it real

While your hunger begs

You for mass appeal?

So you can hide

From what time

Won’t heal