The Smell of Suicide

I see the world that I despise

I see the world with bloodless eyes

And now I know it’s all too late

Cause what I feel is hate and hate and hate and hate

What colour has the smell of suicide

I count the days of my unpleasant life

And every time I look into your face

I realise that now it’s all too late

Sometimes I wish I had a gun

And I could cancel what has begun

And now I know it’s all too late

And I keep calm and have to tolerate my fate