When the jawbone breaks in the soil
There won't be any more of these arguments
I don't give a fuck anymore
You can only laugh at me at the grave
I'd rather stay here to beg for your pity kisses
I'd rather be miserable with you for the rest of my life
It's not the time yet, the pit will be empty there
I don't fear even storms
I'm not weak-willed, now I am in control
I'm ready to survive
You must've wished that I'd give up
But I still just love you
I'd rather stay here to beg for your pity kisses
I'd rather be miserable with you for the rest of my life
It's not the time yet, the pit will be empty there
I don't fear even storms
I'm not weak-willed, now I am in control
I'm ready to survive
I've sometimes stood there, where you look the train at its' eyes
I've lied down in the shadows on the road, but it wasn't my turn regardless
It's not the time yet, the pit will be empty there
I don't fear even storms
I'm not weak-willed, now I am in control
I'm ready to survive
It's not the time yet
I don't fear even storms
I'm not weak-willed
I'm ready to survive