Lyric Gravitational Constant: G = 6.67 x 10-8 cm-3 gm-1 sec -2
Well I ve got no more reason to live
And I ve got no more love to give
Tonight s the night
I ll paint the town red
I ll put another whole through my head
Unjustifiable existence
Now I feel the weight of a world on my back
I ve seen the future
The future looks black
It s what I must do
I have no reservations
Ain t talk bout self preservation
Unjustifiable existence
Gravity crushing me
Gravity crushing me
Yeah I feel something pulling me down
Forcing me between myself and the ground
Of all the nightmares that ever came true
I think that gravity (gravity-gravity) is you
Unjustifiable existence
Gravity crushing me
Gravity crushing me
I ve got a problem
A problem with hate
I can t go on dragging this weight
A cold steel hand that won t let go
Acid-filled thoughts out of control
I built myself a nice little cage
With bars of anger and a lock of rage
I can t help asking Who s got the key?
When I know damned well it s me
No I ain t hinting for sympathy
I m used to dealing with apathy
The scars on my wrists may seem like a crime
Just wish me better luck next time
So what if I died a thousand deaths
You think I m insane but I have no regrets
One more time won t matter no question
Suicide is self expression.
And I ve got no more love to give
Tonight s the night
I ll paint the town red
I ll put another whole through my head
Unjustifiable existence
Now I feel the weight of a world on my back
I ve seen the future
The future looks black
It s what I must do
I have no reservations
Ain t talk bout self preservation
Unjustifiable existence
Gravity crushing me
Gravity crushing me
Yeah I feel something pulling me down
Forcing me between myself and the ground
Of all the nightmares that ever came true
I think that gravity (gravity-gravity) is you
Unjustifiable existence
Gravity crushing me
Gravity crushing me
I ve got a problem
A problem with hate
I can t go on dragging this weight
A cold steel hand that won t let go
Acid-filled thoughts out of control
I built myself a nice little cage
With bars of anger and a lock of rage
I can t help asking Who s got the key?
When I know damned well it s me
No I ain t hinting for sympathy
I m used to dealing with apathy
The scars on my wrists may seem like a crime
Just wish me better luck next time
So what if I died a thousand deaths
You think I m insane but I have no regrets
One more time won t matter no question
Suicide is self expression.