Wake Up Dead In A Garbagecan - Hardcore Superstar

It’s kind of creepy when you’re out of

Control

Lonely

You’re like a walking corpse without

A soul

Lonely

Why am I not surprised

Born to tell the perfect lie

Oh what a feeling being one of a kind

Lonely

I feel sad I feel sedated

My touch is overrated

Wake up dead in the garbagecan

I got a feeling that I’m in my best

Wake up dead in the garbagecan

I’ll pretend I wake up dead

Give me a moment

Got a story to tell

Hold mean affectionate boy but he’ll wake up

In hell

Hold me

With all your grease and reptile smile

In your grave there aren’t no lies

Oh what a maggot brain

My devil inside

Hold me