Lower than Zero

There's no ground. Just zero.

There's no found. No hope, no hero.

There's you and your sick mind.

There's a continnum of going blind.

If you could just open a window in your head,

Some space to breath would heal your sad.

'Cause as more as you get close,

The crack on the concret arouses and arouses.

To make some happiness, some pain is necessary.
To find some freedom, you gotta be a man.

Forget about your aquarium life, sucking parents dough.
Try to go by your own, try to have no option.

The otherside is a deep voyage, but once you're there,
you're god.