Text: Spiritual Beggars. Nowhere To Go.

Feel betrayed as I sit here cold and tired
It seems that what I valued before
Has been eaten cold by a ghost

Deeds, what's to gain here?
I want to kill myself
But I ain't got the guts, yet

Ice cold, even the smoke cuts cold
Mother, father, brother, sister
You don't understand me
'Cos how could you when I can't?

Deeds, what's to gain here?
I want to kill myself
But I ain't got the guts, yet

You bastards, blind laughters I miss my home
Sick, feel sick can't eat more of your shit
You are a deceiving liar and I am a mistrusting fire
Nowhere to go but home

Deeds, what's to gain here
I want to kill myself
But I ain't got the guts, yet

You bastards, blind laughters I miss my home
Sick, feel sick can't eat more of your shit
You are a deceiving liar and I am a mistrusting fire
Nowhere to go but home