Caustic Christ. No Love. Zeneszám

My head is tied in knots
I'm trying to be something I'm not
I'm fooling myself which way to go
my true feelings I don't know
banging my head against a wall
backing myself into a corner
close my eyes and make a wish
cross (stab) my heart and hope to die!!
my mind is going a million miles
per hour head first into an empty pool
slit my wrist and drain my blood
end my life I feel no love.