Suicide I live for pain I die forever in your arms It's all the same You don't know how lucky you are My friends all say "We'll rock n' roll until we die" I'll never change We are, reality gone wrong Loneliness (Made from your grave) Chips away at my sanity (Save me) They call me a suicide I'm a bastard son of the century I should have died They call me a suicide I walk your way I am the devil`s chaperone I cannot stay Walk hand in hand with the unknown It's all the same Another life gone up in smoke I'll never change We are, reality gone wrong Loneliness (Made from your grave) Chips away at my sanity (Save me) Call me a suicide I'm a bastard son of the century I should have died They call me a suicide I`ll taunt you, berate you I'll hit you, haunt you, hate you I'm tongue-tied, I'm cyanide I'll strip the skin from your hide Yeaaah, yeah... Loneliness (Made from your grave) Chips away at my sanity (Save me) Call me a suicide I'm a bastard son of the century I should have died They call me a suicide Call me a suicide Call me a suicide Call me a suicide Call me a suicide